Lonesome Valley

LONESOME VALLEY
(written by John Bartholomeusz)

At the tender age of 18 years I left my family home
Drawn to the city like water to the moon
Where I’m waiting tables 9 to 5
Pulling beers at night
Closing-time could never come too soon

Yeah, I started at the bottom and worked my way back down
Living on the outer limits of my pay
All my dreams were like the cargo ships I could see from off the bridge
Close enough until they sailed away
To my country friends, I’m living out the dream
But the high life isn’t always what it seems

Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
Mama come on down and drag me out of this ol’ town
Turn your wheels around and take me home

On the streets of the city my dreams were bought and sold
But in the end it led back to the fold

Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
So mama come on down, drag me out of this ol’ town
Turn your wheels around, yeah, turn your wheels around,
Turn your wheels around and take me –
Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
So mama come on down, drag me out of this ol’ town
Yeah, turn your wheels around, turn your wheels around,
Turn your wheels around and take me home