Tekstovi: Dwight Yoakam. This Time. Lonesome Roads.

Where did I go wrong
You know I've never had a clue
I must have just been born no good
'Cause 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