The barroom crowd know me as the loner, That hard drinking barfly in the corner Each night here by myself I do the town, Hopin closin time never comes round I dread the dreams that always steal around me, So I m thankful for the noisy crowd around me At closin time I stagger out alone, Then sadness and I wander home
We take the lonely back street that leads up to my room, Where a dismal corner light is looking down I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived, Till I became a prisoner of your town One day I ll shake these blues and stop my grievin , Yeah pack up my few things and I ll be leavin And back to Gods own country I will roam, Where gladness will welcome me home That's right
Oh I played guitar and loved my country music, Was buildin up a name why did I lose it? But I couldn t take the fortune that fame brings, Oh too many parties and too many friends So shake hands with a loser, Mr barman, And I d say your heart is cold as a snowman Oh but I ll take whiskey friend and I ll warm my own, Then sadness and I will wander home
And we ll take the lonely back street that leads up to my room, Where a dismal corner light is looking down I used to know such freedom, in the country where I lived, Till I became a prisoner of your town One day I ll shake these blues and stop my grievin , Yeah pack up my few things and I ll be leavin And back to Gods own country I will roam, Where gladness will welcome me home sweet home Gladness will welcome me home.