It comes home with a t-shirt from some place I ain't never been
And a bag of dirty laundry looking like a gypsy
Telling stories of his traveling He runs a steaming shower
To wash the miles off his skin
It's been 37 days and I couldn't hardly wait
to see him again He comes and he goes
He's here then he's gone Says he's tired of the road
But the show must go on He's all mine for a week
Then he's gone with the band Seems that he's always leaving
With my heart in his hands Sure
is lonely loving a guitar man
The moment that he holds me It's worth all the lonesome nights
I forget the heartache when he whispers that he loves me
And sings to me the sweetest lullaby Every time
he's with me I'm praying that he's gonna stay
But at week's end the bus rolls in I'm crying as it carries him away
He comes and he
goes He's here then he's gone
Says he's tired of the road But the show must go on
He's all mine for a week Then he's gone with the band
Seems that he's
always leaving
With my
heart in his hands
He's all mine for a week Then he's gone
with the band Seems that he's always leaving
With my heart in his hands
Sure is lonely loving
a guitar man
Sure
is lonely loving
a guitar man