Текст: Dwight Yoakam. Lonesome Roads.

Where did I go wrong?
You know I've never had a clue
I must have just been born no good
Bad's the best that I can do

Was it just my fate in life
To end up here this way
Lost and all alone
One more black lamb that's gone astray

Lonesome roads are the only kind I ever travel
Empty rooms are the only place I ever stay
I'm just a face out in the crowd that looks like trouble
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made

Lonesome roads are the only kind I ever travel
Empty rooms are the only place I ever stay
I'm just a face out in the crowd that looks like trouble
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made
Poor ol' worthless me is the only friend I ever made