(Mac Davis)



Well, I scorched your favorite pan this morning

Trying to make some pancakes

Spilled the grease and had to stop and mop the floor

Sat there like a little baby crying in my cornflakes

I don't think I can take it anymore

Baby come home

This is the lonesomest, lonesome I've ever known.



Late last night I woke up trembling

With my arms wrapped round your pillow

And a lump as big as Texas in my throat

Sat there in the dark and played my guitar till the sun came up

And wrote the saddest song I ever wrote

Baby come home

This is the lonesomest, lonesome I've ever known.



The lonesomest, lonesome, oh, the saddest sad

The loneliest I've ever been alone

You were the best thing this poor boy ever had

Now you're gone.



Well, tonight I'm gonna get down on my knees and say a prayer

For the first time since I can't remember when

And maybe if I'm lucky when I wake up in the morning

You'll be soft and warm beside me once again

Baby come home

This is the lonesomest, lonesome

Lonesomest, lonesome I've ever known

Baby come home...