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
And no one knows the blues like lonely women
Blues, the blues that make the walls rush in
Walls that tell you where you've been
And you've been to the hollow lonely women

Let me die now, oh early morning
Whoa, bitter tears, whoa, bitter tears uptight downpour
Don't have no children to glam up for, to glam up for
You don't believe no more, you don't believe no one hurries home
To call you, baby, to call you, baby, to call you, baby
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Everybody knows but no one knows