Nobody writes goodbye notes And takes off to God-only-knows On trains anymore And to tell you the truth I don't really see much use In walking the floor Old songs makes it sounds so good To be a half drunk, half broke fool And that fool is you, it's me And the only way This heartache is like an old Hank Williams' song Is The Lonely, The Lonesome & The Gone There'a a place down by the mall They hid in what you call honky-tonk They got a new juke box Filled up with country rock That's what folks want I don't why no one sings About drowning and pictures and half passed weeks And try to wish back everything they lost And the only way This heartache is like an old Hank Williams' song Is The Lonely, The Lonesome & The Gone He never sings about watching a Camry Pulling out of a crowded apartment parking lot But I guess that in some way every heartache Is like an old Hank Williams' song Is The Lonely, The Lonesome & The Gone There's The Lonely, The Lonesome & The Gone