Well I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I was on the level
Livin not be free
Riding on the narrow train on to New Orleans
There I met the devil
She got the best of me
From the outside lookin in my heart and so it'd always be
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I should have seen some trouble
I should have seen the sound she'd lead me up the hillside and I'd head for ground
Now I'm seeing double
One foot stuck in the ground
I should have read the signs that said leave this southern town
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
Well the hardest part ain't bein lonesome
Though it's sad and mornful still
The hardest part is bein so far gone
Having one foot stuck in the hill
Well I figured I'd be dragin before I lost it all
I figured all the beer and wine would help to take the fall
But the white lines kept me runnin
??
On the hillside now I sit to await the call
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I was on the level
Livin not be free
Riding on the narrow train on to New Orleans
There I met the devil
She got the best of me
From the outside lookin in my heart and so it'd always be
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I should have seen some trouble
I should have seen the sound she'd lead me up the hillside and I'd head for ground
Now I'm seeing double
One foot stuck in the ground
I should have read the signs that said leave this southern town
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
Well the hardest part ain't bein lonesome
Though it's sad and mornful still
The hardest part is bein so far gone
Having one foot stuck in the hill
Well I figured I'd be dragin before I lost it all
I figured all the beer and wine would help to take the fall
But the white lines kept me runnin
??
On the hillside now I sit to await the call
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill
I wonder why my heart is lonesome
I wonder if I'm ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered
I can count em like the gray stones on a hill