Don't it ever get lonesome?

Yeah! Sure gets lonesome . . .

Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road?

Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis . . . when I thought I had the clap for sure

Don't it ever get lonesome?

Lonesome ain't the word

Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?

Oh, I'll take away . . .

You got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you

And a pile of laundry by the hotel door



Don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever give a young man the blues?

Don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home?

When the P.A. system eats it,

And the band plays some of the most terrible shit you've ever known



Don't you ever miss your

House in the country and your

Hot little mama too?

Don't you ever miss your

House in the country and your

Hot little mama too?

Don't you better get a

Shot of the doctor for what the

Road Ladies do to you?



I know someday I will never,

I'll never go out on the road again, oh, yeah . . .

I know someday I will never,

I ain't gonna roam the country side

No more

I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns, yeah

And heal my knees up,

From when I was doin' it on the floor

See me doing it!

See me doing on the floor



Don't you ever miss your

House in the country and your

Hot little mama too?

Don't you ever miss your

House in the country and your

Hot little mama too?

Don't you better get a

Shot of the doctor for what the

Road Ladies do to you?