Now what do you do when you¡¯re lonesome?
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Where do you go when you¡¯re blue?
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And how do you deal with such emotion?
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When you¡¯re just an ordinary fool
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And do you hang your head then walk the streets
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Hoping no one sees your face
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Wishing you were someone else
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Somewhere far away
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Do you stay out late nights drinking?
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Trying to smile through
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A pain that everybody knows
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Is tearing you in two
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So what do you do when you¡¯re lonesome?
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Where do you go when you¡¯re blue?
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And how do you deal with such emotion?
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When you¡¯re just an ordinary fool
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Now some have tried changes
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Of geography and such
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Others have locked their hearts away
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For fear they¡¯ll fall in love
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But still there¡¯s some far too dumb
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To know there¡¯s something wrong
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And they waste their lives wondering why
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And waking up alone
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So what do you do when you¡¯re lonesome?
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Where do you go when you¡¯re blue?
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And how do you deal with such emotion?
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When you¡¯re just an ordinary fool
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Now what do you do when you¡¯re lonesome?
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Where do you go when you¡¯re blue?
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And how do you deal with such emotion?
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When you¡¯re just an ordinary fool
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When you¡¯re just an ordinary fool
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What Do You Do When You're Lonesome?
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| Wanda Jackson |
