well i wonder why my heart is lonesome i wonder if i m ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered i can count em like the gray stones on a hill i was on the level livin not be free riding on the narrow train on to new orleans there i met the devil she got the best of me from the outside lookin in my heart and so it d always be i wonder why my heart is lonesome i wonder if i m ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered i can count em like the gray stones on a hill i should have seen some trouble i should have seen the sound she d lead me up the hillside and i d head for ground now i m seeing double one foot stuck in the ground i should have read the signs that said leave this southern town i wonder why my heart is lonesome i wonder if i m ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered i can count em like the gray stones on a hill well the hardest part ain t bein lonesome though it s sad and mornful still the hardest part is bein so far gone having one foot stuck in the hill well i figured i d be dragin before i lost it all i figured all the beer and wine would help to take the fall but the white lines kept me runnin on the hillside now i sit to await the call i wonder why my heart is lonesome i wonder if i m ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered i can count em like the gray stones on a hill i wonder why my heart is lonesome i wonder if i m ever going to know the reason why my days on earth are almost numbered i can count em like the gray stones on a hill
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