Lonely Women

No one hurries home to lonely women

No one hurries home to lonely womenA gal could die without her man

And no one knows it better than lonely womenAnd no one knows the blues like lonely women do

No one knows the blues like lonely women, yeahBlues, blues that make the walls rush in

Walls that tell you where you've been

And you've been to the hollow lonely women, yeahAnd let me die early morning

Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears

Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears

Uptight downpourDon't got no children to be grandmother for, be grandmother for

She don't believe no more, she don't believe

No one hurries home to call you, babyEverybody knows, everybody knows

Everybody knows but no one knows