theres a wino in a garbage can looking for a bite theres a lovely girl with lonely eyes needing love tonight theres a junkie in a pallet about to go insane yeah theres more than one kind of hunger pain theres a gambler out in vegas preying for an ace and a run away from cleveland longing for a place willard scott says the crops are thirsty for some rain yeah theres more than one kind of hunger pain tonight i feel so empty in this big old lonely bed with nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name oh its crying shame theres an old man in a nursing home who craves a human touch theres a baby in an orphan home that needs one just as much theres a world of people starving for a world of different things oh theres more than one kind of hunger pain god i feel so empty in this big old lonely bed with nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name oh its a crying shame theres more than one kind of hunger pain yeah theres more than one kind of hunger pain
['country', 'country road', 'country rock', 'southern rock']