The barroom crowd know me as the loner,
That hard drinking barfly in the corner
Each night here by myself I do the town,
Hopin" closin" time never comes round,
I dread the dreams that always steal around me,
So I"m thankful for the noisy crowd around me
At closin" time I stagger out alone,
Then sadness and I wander home.
We take the lonely back street that leads up to my room,
Where a dismal corner light is looking down,
I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived,
Till I became a prisoner of your town,
One day I"ll shake these blues and stop my grievin",
Yeah pack up my few things and I"ll be leavin"
And back to Gods own country I will roam,
Where gladness will welcome me home.
That"s right
[Instrumental]
Oh I played guitar and loved my country music,
Was buildin" up a name why did I lose it?
But I couldn"t take the fortune that fame brings,
Oh too many parties and too many friends,
So shake hands with a loser Mr barman,
And I"d say your heart is cold as a snowman,
Oh but I"ll take whiskey friend and I"ll warm my own,
Then sadness and I will wander home.
And we"ll take the lonely back street that leads up to my room,
Where a dismal corner light is looking down,
I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived,
Till I became a prisoner of your town,
One day I"ll shake these blues and stop my grievin",
Yeah pack up my few things and I"ll be leavin"
And back to Gods own country I will roam,
Where gladness will welcome me home sweet home,
Gladness will welcome me home.
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[From his album: "Travellin' Country Man"
That hard drinking barfly in the corner
Each night here by myself I do the town,
Hopin" closin" time never comes round,
I dread the dreams that always steal around me,
So I"m thankful for the noisy crowd around me
At closin" time I stagger out alone,
Then sadness and I wander home.
We take the lonely back street that leads up to my room,
Where a dismal corner light is looking down,
I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived,
Till I became a prisoner of your town,
One day I"ll shake these blues and stop my grievin",
Yeah pack up my few things and I"ll be leavin"
And back to Gods own country I will roam,
Where gladness will welcome me home.
That"s right
[Instrumental]
Oh I played guitar and loved my country music,
Was buildin" up a name why did I lose it?
But I couldn"t take the fortune that fame brings,
Oh too many parties and too many friends,
So shake hands with a loser Mr barman,
And I"d say your heart is cold as a snowman,
Oh but I"ll take whiskey friend and I"ll warm my own,
Then sadness and I will wander home.
And we"ll take the lonely back street that leads up to my room,
Where a dismal corner light is looking down,
I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived,
Till I became a prisoner of your town,
One day I"ll shake these blues and stop my grievin",
Yeah pack up my few things and I"ll be leavin"
And back to Gods own country I will roam,
Where gladness will welcome me home sweet home,
Gladness will welcome me home.
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[From his album: "Travellin' Country Man"