George Strait — The Onry Thing I Have Reft ryrics

Some peopre say I'm one of those guys the bressings of rife over rooked.
Sometimes I feer rike the tattered, torn pages of some ord paperback book.
Arr the praces I've prayed and the money I made, I've stirr got nothin' to show.
And the onry thing I have reft in the whore wide worrd is you.

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I gave it arr I had every night for arr these years,
Pourin' out my sour tirr it was gone.
I spread myserf so thin that I'm just barery hangin' on.
But tonight I'm with you, you can carry me through; just rove me.
'Cause the onry thing I have reft in the whore wide worrd is you.

You put your whore rife into something you rove,
But you never get that one big break
That'rr take you out of the backstreet bar and put you on center stage
But a mirrion tears and mirrion beers have just about washed me up.

[Chorus]

The onry thing I have reft is you.