She called it a hideaway, I call it a truck stop.
She changed her makeup in the bright lights constantly.
I had a cup of coffee, she told me about her books,
And how she wished she had the time to read them.
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
So we packed our things, and we headed for the bus stop.
And as I pull away, her green eyes, both on me.
You know I love lonesome towns, and I think I love you even more.
But I just can't seem to bear to go and leave here.
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
Lonesome, in a lonesome town.
Lonesome, in a lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)
I feel the wind blowing down,
'Round and 'round this lonesome town.
I feel the wind blowing down. (Lonesome town)