Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn

Love is where you find it
When you find no love at home
And there's nothing cold as ashes
After the fire is gone

The bottle is almost empty;
The clock just now struck ten
Darling, I had to call you
To our favorite place again

We know it's wrong for us to meet
But the fires gone out at home
And there's nothing cold as ashes
After the fire is gone

Love is where you find it
When you find no love at home
And there's nothing cold as ashes
After the fire is gone

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Your lips are warm and tender;
Your arms hold me just right
Sweet words of love you remember
That the one at home forgot