Well it's lonesome in this old town
Everybody puts me down
I'm a face without a name,
just walking in the rain,
going back to Houston, Houston, Houston (fine)
I got holes in both of my shoes
Well I'm a-walking case of the blues
Saw a dollar yesterday,
but the wind blew it away
Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston.
I haven't eaten in about a week
I'm so hungry when I walk I squeak
Nobody calls me friend
It's sad the shape I'm in
Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston.
Instrumental
Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston.
I got a girl waiting there for me,
well at least she said she'd be
I got a home and a big warm bed
and a feather-pillow for my head
I'm going back to Houston, Houston, Houston.
da capo al fine
(Coda:)
Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston...