This Used To Be The Home Of Johnnie Mae

I wake up there's no smell of bacon frying
And it's hard realizing she won't be home no more, no more
I go to work in rough dried shirts I can't call on my break
Oh, how it hurts to know she won't be home no more, no moreThis dog of mine seems half alive, he misses her too
I can see it in his eyes, she never left before, beforeThis used to be the home of Johnnie Mae
This used to be the bed where Johnnie used to lay
But she's not here no more, no moreLet me talk to you for a minute nowI can't explain just how I feel, I can't believe that it's for real
She's not here no more, no more, this used to be her easy chair
But the chair looks uneasy without her sitting there
She never left before, beforeNow and then her friends drop in, it takes my breath away
When I have to say, she don't live here no more, no moreThis used to be the home of Johnnie Mae
This used to be the yard where Johnnie used to play
But she don't live here no more, no moreShe don't live here no more, no moreNow and then her friends drop in, it takes my breath away
When I have to say she don't live here no more, no moreThis used to be the home of Johnnie Mae
This used to be the bed where Johnnie used to lay
But she's not here no more, noThis used to be the home of Johnnie Mae
This used to be the bed where Johnnie used to lay
But she's not here no more, no moreThis used to be the home of Johnnie Mae
This used to be the bed where Johnnie used to lay
But she don't live here no more, no more