Lyrics

well he's gone to find his way again, he said he's lost his only friend, he's got a jar of cash to spend, he's running off just like he done before, and he made a stop down the track, he sold his favorite leather hat, he told the man he won't be back, and rounded out an old unsettled score, but ooh this 'ain't the first time that i've been left behind, i'd cook his lunch and wash his clothes, he'd tend the fence and shoot the crows, and somewhere in there we got close, they say a handy man is hard to find, he bought the farm, i sold my car, he left me with a silver scar, he's colder then a steel guitar, he always said he ain't the loving kind, but i said ooh this 'ain't the first time that i've been left behind, well some days i cry like a child, other days i ramble wild, he's got me so goddamn beguiled, and i don't even know his middle name, and he's been lost and found before, i've stopped waiting by the door, but i still love him to the core, i only wish that he could do the same, but ooh this 'ain't the first time that i've been left behind, well he don't call and he don't write, he slips on in after midnight, i never turn off my porch light, he always finds his way back my place, and i never ask him for a ring, but he gave my this old song to sing, and helped himself to everything, and now i'm here without a speck of grace, but ooh this 'ain't the first time that i've been left behind, left behind

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Artist: grace potter and the nocturnals