More Than Anything I Miss You

Marty Robbins · Don't Let Me Touch You [Columbia] [1977]

Just the memory of your body next to mine

Now you're gone

Just the thought of your hair blowin' in the sunshine

Now you're gone

Just, memories are somethin' I took for granted

Just memories I have for you

Just memories are left

Now I find I miss you



I lay here in my room and start to wonder why

I let you go

I never even offered to tell you goodbye

I just let you go

Now the table's turned and it's my turn to suffer

I never realized you were my life

And now I find more than anything

I miss you