And as I wander to the cities
and the towns
I get so lonesome knowin'
you could be around
And when the show is over,
there's a holiday motel
Another empty bottle and another
tale to tell
Try to comprehend
I'm not your ordinary friend
at the end of my life
I would pray that I could
be
Returning to the shelter of
your love
Try to see my side
It's not your ordinary pride
that keeps drivin' me on
It's that lonesome, restless
feelin' that you feel under the gun
And it leads me to the highways
but it keeps my body warm
And as I wander to the cities
and the towns
I get so lonesome knowin'
you could be around
And when the show is over,
there's a holiday motel
Another empty bottle and another
tale to tell
Try to understand
I'm not your ordinary man,
still I can't deny
You go with me everywhere
Like a shadow in the gloom
I remember all the good times
There's a ghost in every room
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