Houstondean martinwell it's lonesome in this old towneverybody puts me downi'm a face without a namejust walking in the raingoin' back to houston, houston, houstoni got holes in both of my shoeswell i'm a walking case of the bluessaw a dollar yesterdaybut the wind blew it awaygoin' back to houston, houston, houstoni haven't eaten in about a weeki'm so hungry when i walk i squeaknobody calls me friendit's sad the shape i'm ingoin' back to houston, houston, houstongoin' back to houston, houston, houstoni got a girl waiting there for mewell at least she said she'd bei got a home and a big warm bedand a feather pillow for my headgoin' back to houston, houston, houstonwell it's lonesome in this old towneverybody put me downi'm a face without a namejust walking in the raingoin' back to houston, houston, houston