WHAT REALLY HURTS

THE ZIMMERMEN	© 1989 John Dowler


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Dar-ling, I can 	still re - call 	on our wed - ding 	day

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You did-n't have that 	much to do you sure had a lot to say

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I don't know what 	happened

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Everything turned out 	wrong now you know I'm not that strong


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What really 	hurts 	for the longest 	time	   is that I'm

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Stumb - ling around with your	memory on my 	mind

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What really 	hurts,         I'm	bound to 	say	 Is that I'm

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trying to bring up our 	three precious children

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        Out on the Hume High - 	way			(1 2 3 	4)


Darling, I can still recall the taffeta dress you wore
And I can still remember all the oaths we swore
A trucker at a roadhouse offered more than I ever could
That's when you up and left for good

What really hurts, what really scars
Is knowing that you're out with him goin' from bar to bar
What really hurts, I'm bound to say
Is I'm stranded here alone in a cream brick veneer
Out on the Hume Highway


I hope he treats you better than I ever did
After six months in your arms he learns to keep his feelings hid
I sit at home by the phone with my knuckles turning white
Thru' the long long lonely night

What really hurts, what really stings
Is knowing that our years together don't mean a thing
What really hurts, I'm bound to say
Is that I'm trying to bring up our three precious children
Out on the Hume Highway