I go home to a home where love is all gone I remember how things used to be

Over there is her picture with our little boy and it brings out the lonesome in me

What can I do what can I say what made me treat her that way

I walk into a room where my baby should be and it brings out the lonesome in me

[ guitar - piano ]

Just a drink now and then with some sicialable friends

But the good wine got a bad hold on me

Now I know that I'll never see them no more for the right was just taken from me

What can I do...