Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Kendricks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Small
Composer
Leonard Caston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Wilson
Producer
Texty
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 more
This dog of mine seems half alive, he misses her too
I can see it in his eyes, she never left before, before
This 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 more
Let me talk to you for a minute now
I 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, before
Now and then her friends drop in, it takes my breath away
When I have to say, she don't live here no more, no more
This 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 more
She don't live here no more, no more
Now and then her friends drop in, it takes my breath away
When I have to say she don't live here no more, no more
This 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
This 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 more
This 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
Written by: Leonard Caston, Samuel Small
