Mama's in the kitchen baking up a pie
Daddy's in the backyard, "Get a job, son
You know you ought to try"
I packed up my bag, I headed down the road
I got me a job from Henry Ford
But I made a mistake, I moved much too far
And now I know what the lonesome blues are...
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting blue
I need someone to talk to
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting blue
Let me tell you where I'm going to...
Yes I'm going to my home town
I don't care ever evеn if I have to walk
Yes I'm going to my home town
I don't carе even if I have to walk
I gotta move on now baby
I got no more time left to talk
Yes I'm going to my home town
Sorry but I can't take you
Yes I'm going to my home town
Sorry but I can't take you
Only got one ticket, you know I just can't afford two
Take me home
Daddy's in the backyard, "Get a job, son
You know you ought to try"
I packed up my bag, I headed down the road
I got me a job from Henry Ford
But I made a mistake, I moved much too far
And now I know what the lonesome blues are...
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting blue
I need someone to talk to
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting blue
Let me tell you where I'm going to...
Yes I'm going to my home town
I don't care ever evеn if I have to walk
Yes I'm going to my home town
I don't carе even if I have to walk
I gotta move on now baby
I got no more time left to talk
Yes I'm going to my home town
Sorry but I can't take you
Yes I'm going to my home town
Sorry but I can't take you
Only got one ticket, you know I just can't afford two
Take me home
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