In the town of broken dreams
The streets are filled with regret
Maybe down in Lonesome Town
I can learn to forget
Maybe down in Lonesome Town
I can learn to forget
Lonesome Town
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Where I’ll be
I’ll be there so lonely baby
Well, I’m so lonely
I’ll be there so lonely, I could die
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah but, two hours of pushing broom
Buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road
It’s a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it’s too late
Hits you when you’re down
It’s a fool’s game
Nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
I’ve got heartaches by the number, numbers by the score.
Just ‘cause I ain’t been sayin’ it, girl
You should be ashamed of what I’ve been seein’ - bad
(Yeah) You better watch your step or, girl
You can bet you’re gonna lose the best thing you ever had
I ain’t gonna eat out my heart anymore
you done stomped on my heart
yeah you mashed that sucker flat
you just sort of stomped on my aorta
you‘re stepping out with other guys
I felt us drift apart
and every single step you took
was a step upon my heart
The kids in Bristol are sharp as a pistol
When they do the Bristol stomp
They are really something when they start in jumping
When they do the Bristol stomp
Charleston, charleston
Made in Carolina
Some dance, some prance
I’ll say better than finer
Than the charleston, charleston
Boy, how you can shuffle
Every step you do
Leads to something new
Man, I’m telling you
It’s a lopazoo
You leave the Pennsylvania Station ‘bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you’re in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner
Nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham an’ eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin’ eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rollin’
Woo, woo, Chattanooga there you are
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain
Listen to the whistle of the evenin’ train
You know you bound to wind up dead
If you don’t head back to Tennessee Jed
Rich man step on my poor head
When you get back you better butter my bread
Well, do you know it’s like I said
You better head back to Tennessee Jed
I’ve been working on the railroad
All the live long day
I’ve been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away
Don’t you hear the whistle blowin’
Rise up so early in the morn
Can’t you hear the captain shouting
Dinah blow your horn
I’ll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin’ like an aeroplane
Feelin’ like a space brain
One more time tonight
I’m on the nightrain
Bottoms up
I’m on the nightrain
Fill my cup
I’m on the nightrain
Ready to crash and burn
I never learn
I’m on the nightrain
I love that stuff
I’m on the nightrain
I can never get enough
I’m on the nightrain
Never to return - no
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
They won’t know what route I’m going
Come get your kicks on Route 66.
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
I like smoking non-addictive marijuana
I like a big ol’ bump of that soothing speed
But what I really like is a big spoonful of heroin
Cause heroin always gives me what I need
I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw I’m in the prime of my life.
Let’s make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
Folks, I’m here to tell you that I’m ragged but I’m right
I’m a thief and a gambler, and I stay up late at night
Gonna have a steak three times a day for my board
More than any loafer in this big town can afford
A big electric fan to keep me cool while I sleep
A little baby boy plays around daddy’s feet
I’m a ramblin’ gambler and I leave every night
People, I tell you I’m ragged but I’m right
There’s a carrot-top who can barely walk with a sippy cup of milk
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong 'cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl is holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most is my front porch looking in