Every night it's the same old grind, I leave work at 5.05
Been doing my best to forget about her, but she's driving me out of my mind
When I get home I know what I'll find, how I wish that it wasn't so
There'll be no one there to hold me tonight in that house on Old Lonesome Road
I recall how we laughed when we read the name in the paper before we moved in
After we did, our friends all asked if that house was lonesome back then
We were so young, our dreams were so new, there's just no way that we could have known
I recall how we laughed when we read the name in the paper before we moved in

The irony of the place where we loved, that house on Old Lonesome Road
It's only shingles and shudders and a case of worn out staff
Just like my own heart, they need repaired
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I should sell it
Yeah, maybe that would be the best
Maybe then someone else could find
Some love at that address
I used to love that old house so much
Back before she went away
Now everything there is just gathering dust
I should clean it up if I'm gonna stay
But I don't have too much time anymore
I'm too busy talking to ghosts
Cause her memory keeps me company
In that house on Old Lonesome Road
It's only shingles and shudder
In a case of worn-out steps
Just like my old heart they need repair
Maybe I should sell it
Yeah, maybe that would be the best
Maybe then someone else could find
Someone else could find
Some love at that address
Every night it's the same old grind
I leave work at 5.05
Been doing my best to forget about her
But she's driving me out of my mind
It's only shingles and shudder