Lonely Women

No one hurries home to lonely women
 No one hurries home to lonely women
 A gal could die without her man
 And no one knows it better than lonely women
 And no one knows the blues like lonely women do
 No one knows the blues like lonely women, yeah
 Blues, blues that make the walls rush in
 Walls that tell you where you've been
 And you've been to the hollow lonely women, yeah
 And let me die early morning
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, bitter tears
 Uptight downpour
 Don'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, baby
 Everybody knows, everybody knows
 Everybody knows but no one knows