Brenda Lee - Your Favorite Wornout Nightmare's Coming Home lyrics

I've learned more than I have lifted My heart has cheated, my love has drifted I've let you down a thousand different ways And there's been times when I have stumbled Hurt you pride, you cussed aloud and grumbled But Lord knows I'm paying now for what I've done (But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama And hurricanes in Louisiana Your screen door's gonna be slamming 'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home I know you don't feel any sorrow But I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd borrow I'd do anything to make you take me back again Now I couldn't count the times you saved me With all the good love that you gave me My dreaming brought you sad nights in return, and (But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama And hurricanes in Louisiana Your screen door's gonna be slamming 'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home Looking back I still remember That rainy old December When the one good thing I had I threw away Now I need to kiss you, I need to hold you In the shade of a cool magnolia Till the moon comes up and your shadow covers mine, and (But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama And hurricanes in Louisiana Your screen door's gonna be slamming 'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home (But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama And hurricanes in Louisiana Your screen door's gonna be slamming, yes it is 'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home (But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama And hurricanes in Louisiana I said your screen door's gonna be slamming Look out, by, oh 'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home...