Nobody writes goodbye notes
And takes off to God only knows
On trains anymore
And to tell you the truth
I don't really see much use in walking the floor
Old stones make it sound so cool To be a half-drunk,
heart-broke fool
But
when that fool is you,
it's not
And the only way
this heartache
is like an
old Hank Williams
song
Is the lonely,
the lonesome,
and the gone
There's a place down by the mall
But it ain't what you'd call a
honky-tonk
They
got a new jukebox
Filled up with country rock
Cause that's what folks want
I don't know why no one sings about drowning
in pitchers and half-price weeds And
trying to wish back everything they've
lost Yeah, the only way
this heartache
is like
an old Hank Williams song
Is the lonely,
the lonesome,
and the gone
He never sang about
watching a Camry pulling out of a crowded
apartment parking lot
Cause in some way,
every heartache
is like an old Hank Williams song
There's the lonely,
the lonesome,
and the gone
There's the lonely,
the lonesome,
and the gone