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 wide world Is the heart of a lonely girl.