And no one knows the blues like lonely women do
Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears
Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears
No one hurries home to call you, baby
She don't believe no more, she don't believe
And let me die early morning
And you've been to the hollow lonely women, yeah
Walls that tell you where you've been
Blues, blues that make the walls rush in
A gal could die without her man
And no one knows it better than lonely women
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Uptight downpour
Don't got no children to be grandmother for, be grandmother for
No one knows the blues like lonely women, yeah
