This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
Listening to his songs she heard nothing but bad news, still she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.
I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.
I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.
Got my Allman Brothers cassettes stacked up on the dash, got some Jack back in the trunk and a tank full of gas.