(Dave Gibson - Bernard Nelson)       Every night it's the same old time   I leave work at five-o-five   Been doing my best to forget about her   But she's driving me out of my mind.      When I get home, I know what I'll find   How I wish that it wasn't so   There'll be no one there to hold me tonight   In that house on old lonesome road.      I recall how we laughed   When we read the name   In the paper before we moved in   After we did our friends all asked   If that house was lonesome back then.      We were so young, our dreams were so new   There's just no way that we could have known   The irony of that place where we loved   That house on old lonesome road.      Chorus:   It's only shingles and shutters   And a case of worn out stairs   And just like my old heart they need repair   Maybe I should sell it   Yeah, maybe that would be the best   Maybe then someone else could find   Some love at that address.      I used to love that old house so much   Back before she went away   Now everything there is just gathering dust   I should clean it up if I'm going to stay.      I don't have too much time anymore   I'm too busy talking to ghosts   'Cause her memory, keeps me company   In that house on old lonesome road.      Chorus:    It's only shingles and shutters   And a case of worn out stairs   And just like my old heart they need repair   Maybe I should sell it   Yeah, maybe that would be the best   Maybe then someone else could find   Some love at that address.      Every night it's the same old time   I leave work at five-o-five, been   Doing my best to forget about her   But she's driving me out of my mind...