After The Fire Is Gone by Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn
Love is where you find it,
When you find no love at home
And there's nothing cold as ashes,
After the fire is gone.
The bottle is almost empty;
The clock just now struck ten
Darling, I had to call you
To our favorite place again.
We know it's wrong for us to meet
But the fires gone out at home
And there's nothing cold as ashes,
After the fire is gone.
Love is where you find it,
When you find no love at home
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