Dwight Yoakam

^D Where did I go ^D wrong
^G You know I'be never had a ^D clue
I must have just been born no ^A good
'Cause ^G bad's the best that I can ^D do
^D Was it just my fate in life
^G To end up here this a ^D way
Lost and all ^A alone
^G One more back lamb
that's gone as ^D tray
^G Lonesome roads are the only kind
I ever ^D travel
Empty ^G rooms are the only place
I ever ^D stay
I'm just a ^G face out in the crowd that looks like ^D trouble
^A Poor ole worthless ^G me is the only friend I ever ^D made
Lonesome ^G roads are the only kind
I ever ^D travel
Empty ^G rooms are the only place I ever s ^D tay
I'm just a ^G face out in the crow that looks
like t ^D rouble
^A Poor ole worthless ^G me is the only friend I ever ^D made