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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sammy Kershaw
Sammy Kershaw
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Springer
Roger Springer
Composer
Skip Ewing
Skip Ewing
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Paula Montondo
Paula Montondo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Oswald Wiz Bowe
Oswald Wiz Bowe
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We met at the Broken Spoke Restaurant & Lounge
I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down
On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the bar
And a fire started burnin' somewhere in my heart
[Verse 2]
I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs
I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time
But today when I came home, my key was hollow in the door
And there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floor
[Verse 3]
You took the bed
You took the dishes and the car
And you broke my trust
And you took advantage of my heart
And you left me here
With empty rooms and walls with holes
Scars and scratches
If I find the strength to burn your memory down
At least you left the matches
[Verse 4]
The color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stained
But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name
Until tonight, they'd only lit a single cigarette
Now, one by one, I'm strikin' them to help me to forget
[Verse 5]
And everybody at the Broken Spoke
Oh, they all thought my crazy story was a joke
Now they're all out in the parkin' lot
Starin' at the smoke
[Verse 6]
You took the bed
You took the dishes and the car
And you broke my trust
You took advantage of my heart
And you left me here
With empty rooms and walls with holes
And scars and scratches
Now I've found the strength to burn your memory down
Oh, at least you left the matches
[Verse 7]
Baby, all that's left of our love now is ashes
Thank God you left the matches
Written by: Roger Springer, Skip Ewing
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