That's What It's Like to Be Lonesome

(Bill Anderson)



(How do you measure loneliness

Is it by the count of teardrops the beats of your heart

The breath taking that makes one day

Or the ticks of the clock that mark a long long night

It's even more much more.)



The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone

You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong

You go to bed each night and pray you never see the dawn

Afraid of each tomorrow with this heartless goal unknown.



And that's what it's like to be lonesome

With a heart a broken love has taught to cry

Yes that's what it's like to be lonesome

I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy.



I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy...