Menos mal que te has ido...

Glad that you are gone

(1974 life version of Poncho’s Lament)

This song is kinda inspired by my father, ah, he’s got married and divorced twice, ah, very much a man of the world I guess and ah... Oh, he said to me one night, he said ah… he said, his second wife left him, he said: boy, sure am glad she’s gone, and say yeah, and he said I wish she’d come home, and all that and ah, so I just figured it’d be a good one.

Well the stairs sound so lonesome without you,

and I ain’t made my bed in a week

there’s coffee stains on the paper as I am writing

and I am too choked up inside to speak

sure I know, honey, that our differences pulled us apart

and never spoke a word a word heart to heart

and I’m glad that you’re gone,

and I wish to the lord, you’d come home

I’m so glad that you are gone

I got the feeling so strong and I’m glad that you’re gone

And I wish to the lord you’d come home

Well, my guitar still plays your favourite song

Though the strings are bent out of tune for some time

And every time I am strumming a chord, pray up to the lord

That you quit your honking tonking and sing my song

I’m so glad that you’re gone,

I got the feeling so strong and I’m glad that you’re gone

And I wish to the lord you’d come home

Well, I throw another log onto the fire,

and I admit that I am a lousy liar

and as the coals die down and flicker

I hear that guitar picker

he’s playing a song he used to sing so long ago

I’m so glad that you’re gone,

I got the feeling so strong and I’m glad that you’re gone

And I wish to the lord you’d come home...

Tom Waits