Lord, ain't it lonesome, well, when you're sitting at home alone
Ain't it lonesome when you're sitting at home alone
The girl you love, she's done bad now, she's gone
You travel to the corner, she said "daddy, it's far as I gonna go"
You drive her to the corner boy, she said "daddy, it's far as I gotta go"
Don't see me by twelve, I'll be ready by half-past-four You go by four o'clock, and you sit and blow your horn
Don't go out by four o'clock boy, you sit there and blow your horn
When the people start to look at you, boy, you know your doing wrong
You drive away feeling bad, wonder why the little girl lie to me
You drive away feeling bad boy, oh, why the little girl lie to me?
She want to get me in trouble, and why, man, I just can't see yeah