Twenty seven days I’ve been out on the road,

I’m a nervous wreck, I gotta get back home.

There’s a young bride waiting for me all alone

Lord, how she misses me.


I can see her sittin’ in the kitchen chair

In a cotton dress with her long black hair.

But a woman ain’t pretty if a man ain’t there,

That I can’t afford to be.


It’s a shame, it’s a shame

She won’t be the one to blame

Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world

Is the heart of a lonely girl.


Like a red-tail fox to a blue tick hound,

She’s the hottest thing for miles around.

All them other boys in our hometown,

Got tricks hid up their sleeves.


Now it ain’t her that I don’t trust,

She’s pretty and pure as diamond dust.

But lonesome is this lonesome girl

She can’t help for what she needs.


It’s a shame, it’s a shame

She won’t be the one to blame

Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world

Is the heart of a lonely girl.


The heart of a lonely girl,

The heart of a lonely girl.

It’s the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world

The heart of a lonely girl.


Daddy was a rambler just like me,

I guess the apple don’t fall too far from the tree.

When I ask why momma had to go that day,

Well he don’t know and she won’t say.


It’s a shame, it’s a shame

She won’t be the one to blame

Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world

Is the heart of a lonely girl.


Yeah, it’s a shame, it’s a shame

She won’t be the one to blame

Yeah the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world

Is the heart of a lonely girl.

Yeah the hurtinest thing in the whole