Written by Gram Parsons      Well the luxury liner, forty tons of steel   If I don't find my baby now   I guess I never will   I've been a long lost soul   For a long, long time   Yeah, I've been around   Everybody ought to know what's on my mind   You think I'm lonesome, so do I   So do I      Well, I'm the kind of guy   Who likes to make a livin' runnin' 'round   And I don't need a stranger   To tell me that my baby's let me down   You think I'm lonesome, so do I   So do I      Luxury liner, forty tons of steel   No one in this whole wide world   Knows the way I feel   I've been a long lost soul   For a long, long time   Yeah, I've been around   Everybody ought to know what's on my mind   You think I'm lonesome, so do I   So do I      Luxury liner, forty tons of steel   If I don't find my baby now   I guess I never will   I've been a long lost soul   For a long, long time   Yeah, I've been around   Everybody ought to know what's on my mind