I put on the white junpsuit, slicked my hair up high
Took the stage as Elvis, sang my heart out while you sighed
Signed them papers for the third time, 'cause you said I's still a married man
Spent our Sundays takin' pictures, with your pretty feet in my hand

I'm hurtin' Linda, bleedin' from this love
I'm hurtin' Linda, like a lonesome dove
You heard them rumors 'bout them other gals
But I swear on Mama's grave, they's nothin' but tall tales

I played hooky from my job, took you to the park
We fed them ducks some bread crumbs, watched the eclipse 'til it got dark
Bought you fancy photos, tried to win your heart
But not even the glamour shots kept you from tearing my dreams apart

I'm hurtin' Linda, bleedin' from this love
I'm hurtin' Linda, like a lonesome dove
You heard them rumors 'bout them other gals
But I swear on Mama's grave, they's nothin' but tall tales

Drove to your office on my lunch break
Tried to talk some sense, for both our sake
You threw that ashtray, nailed me in the head
Watched you walk away, leavin' dreams for dead

I'm hurtin' Linda, bleedin' from this love
I'm hurtin' Linda, like a lonesome dove
You heard them rumors 'bout them other gals
But I swear on Mama's grave, they's nothin' but tall tales

I'm hurtin' Linda, bleedin' from this love
I'm hurtin' Linda, like a lonesome dove
You heard them rumors 'bout them other gals
But I swear on Mama's grave, they's nothin' but tall tales