Are you lonesome tonight?
Is the hash out of sight?
Are you sorry you strayed from the trail?
Does your throat get real dry?
Underneath the hot sky?
When you think of the beer, do you wail?
Do the sores on your feet, seem to blister and puss?
When you gaze down the road, do you wish for a bus?
Are your legs filled with pain?
Will you shortcut again?
Tell me fool, are you lonesome tonight?