Left Behind Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

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 at 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 handyman is hard to find

He bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind

I told him 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