Lonesomehouse Blues

Mornin' sun peepin' at my windows,
Crawlin' through my front door.
Broken dishes in the kitchen sink,
An inch o' dust on the floor.
A cherry red compact
Is all that I got
O' my baby who done left me,
But it ain't a hell of a lot!
Oh, don't you know
I'm so lonesome,
'Cuz I got them lonesomehouse blues.
An' I feel so damn bad
From my head down to my shoes.

Sunlight bleedin' all over
Them long cotton rows.
Ain't none left to pick today,
But that's the way it goes.
I'd live an' die in these ol' fields
'Cuz they's all I know,
But I knows I gotta get up,
I knows I got to go.
Oh, I'm so lonesome,
'Cuz I got them lonesomehouse blues.
An' I feel so damn bad
From my head down to my shoes.

Gonna go look for my woman,
Gotta win back my wife,
I'll search this whole damn world
If it takes the rest o' my life.
Gonna pack up my shit
An' burn down this shack,
Let the fire take the fields,
I ain't ever lookin' back!
Yeah, I was lonesome,
'Cuz I had them lonesomehouse blues.
Gonna walk this long, hard dusty road
An' put a million miles on these shoes.


DB/12.2017