Last night I dug your picture out from our old dresser drawer;
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four.
I read some more love letters right up til the break of dawn;
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
Well, I went through the jewelry and found our wedding rings;
I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling.
Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home;
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
I’m diggin’ up bones; I’m diggin’ up bones.
Exhuming things that’s better left alone.
I’m resurrecting mem’ries of a love that’s dead and gone;
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
Well, I went through the closet and found some things in there
Like that pretty neglige that I bought you to wear.
And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on;
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
I’m diggin’ up bones; I’m diggin’ up bones.
Exhuming things that’s better left alone.
I’m resurrecting mem’ries of a love that’s dead and gone;
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
I’m resurreting mem’ries of a love that’s dead and gone,
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones.
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