8X10
8x10 hanging up in that picture frame
Hung it up like you told me to
Right there in the living room
These days I close my eyes as I'm passing through
'Cuz I ain't used to you
Being gone
I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Instead of living in an 8x10
Instead of living in an 8x10
That we took on the back porch there at your Mama's house
In front of your family
I was gettin' down on one knee
Ain't it funny how, you runnin' 'round
Comes back around to how I'm living now
A black and white memory
Of what he did to me
I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Instead of living in an 8x10
Instead of living in an 8x10
Can't even seem to walk down that hall
Why can't I just pull it off the wall?
Cuz I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Lord knows how hard it's been
Living in an 8x10
Living in an 8x10
Hung it up like you told me to
Right there in the living room
These days I close my eyes as I'm passing through
'Cuz I ain't used to you
Being gone
I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Instead of living in an 8x10
Instead of living in an 8x10
That we took on the back porch there at your Mama's house
In front of your family
I was gettin' down on one knee
Ain't it funny how, you runnin' 'round
Comes back around to how I'm living now
A black and white memory
Of what he did to me
I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Instead of living in an 8x10
Instead of living in an 8x10
Can't even seem to walk down that hall
Why can't I just pull it off the wall?
Cuz I don't mind that dress on the bedroom floor
Or the flowers you planted out there on the porch
I could dig 'em up, get to movin' on
Turn the page, and getcha gone
Quit living in this hell I'm in
Lord knows how hard it's been
Living in an 8x10
Living in an 8x10
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Writer(s): Ralph Fidaleo
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