Sittin at a roadside taven
Tonly girl here sitted here Alone
Everynight some lonely Cowboy wants,
to tell me about his broken home
Its like they can see inside my mind
They act as tho I'll understand
I guess they can see it in my eyes
Feel it when they touch my trimbling hands
But if anyone ought to know 'bout lonelness
And broken homes it ought be me
Thats the reason I 'm all alone
If anyone ought to know 'bout things like hurt and misery
If anyone ought to know
Lord in heaven knows it oughta be me
