The streets're dark and empty and you walk them all alone
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You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
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You go to bed each night and pray you'll never see the dawn
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Afraid of each tomorrow with its heartless cold unknown
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And that's what it's like to be lonesome with a heart a broken love taught to cry
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And that's what it's like to be lonesome I know cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy
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[ fiddle ]
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You search to find a tavern where the music is playing loud
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You try to lose your heartaches in the laughter of the crowd
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But the happy couples make you think of things that might have been
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And you have to fight the teardrops till you're by yourself again
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And that's what it's like...
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That's What It's Like To Be Lonesome
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| Bill Anderson |
