Hymn of a Lonely Man

 

Lyrics

And the lonely man eats his lonely meal
At the table set for one
Drinks his whiskey down takes a look around
No woman, no dog, no son

And the lonely man works his lonely job
Plows the fields that we may live
When he comes back home, in a house that’s bare
No greeting, no light, no one

Fights his lonely wars, bleeds his lonely blood
Shoots his gun that we may live
Why he tries so hard when he’s all alone
No woman, no dog, no son
No woman, no dog, no son