(Paul Overstreet/Al Gore/Nat Stuckey)

Well last night I dug your picture out from our old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
Then I read some old love letters right up til the break of dawn
Well tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

I'm a diggin up bones
Exhuming things that's better left alone
I'm resurrecting memories of a love that's dead and gone
Well tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

Then I went through the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty lingerie that I bought you to wear
Then I recalled how good you looked each time you had it on
Well tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

Then I went through the jewelry and I found our wedding rings
I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling
Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Well tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

I'm a diggin up bones
Exhuming things that's better left alone
I'm resurrecting memories of a love that's dead and gone
Well tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones