THE
RECIPE
It was four in the mornin',
when I stumbled in
Expecting to find her cryin' again
Instead, in the kitchen, I read her good-bye
In a letter she taped to the recipe file
Warm up a
jukebox with an old ocuntry song
Mix in your cheatin', and stay out till dawn
Add just a teaspoon of teardrops I've cried
Cover with excuses and weak alibis
When you've had a taste, I think you'll agree
There's nothing so bitter as a fool's recipe
There was no light from the
doorway at the end of the hall
And our picture was missing from it's place on the wall
She left it torn up on our bedroom floor
She just couldn't see us together no more
Warm up a
jukebox with an old country song
Mix in your cheatin', and stay out till dawn
Add just a teaspoon of teardrops I've cried
Cover with excuses and weak alibis
When you've had a taste, I think you'll agree
There's nothing so bitter as a fool's recipe
When
you've had a taste, I think you'll agree
There's nothing so bitter as a fool's recipe
Written by Scott Tonkinson and Jeffrey Scott Stewart
Copyright Tonkinsong / Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)
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