Текст Tom T. Hall – Old Habits Die Hard

Old habits die hard old habits like loving you
Like spending my days and nights in missing you
Hours that were yours echo like empty rooms
Strange faces and your place can’t keep away the gloom

Old habits die hard old habits like being true
Like counting the hours till I could be with you
Things we used to share I now keep alone I waste my nights here by the telephone
Old habits die hard now that you’re gone

Hours that were yours…