(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson) There's a lady living right above me Pretty as a picture on the wall Once I helped her with a bag of groceries We met a time or two out in the hall She told me somebody hurt her feelings The hurt that's in her eyes is plain to see Slowly she's been wearing out my ceiling Walkin' the floor over me Every night I hear her cryin' Cryin' over some old memory A little of my heart is down here dyin' 'Cause she's walkin' the floor over me Back and forth I followed every footstep Countin' long enough to fall asleep Had the sweetest dream last night 'cause I dreamt She was walkin' the floor over me Every night I hear her cryin' Cryin' over some old memory A little of my heart is down here dyin' 'Cause she's walkin' the floor over me That woman is walkin' the floor over me
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