Bony King Of Nowhere Lonesome Girl
I’m going back to see if I can find my lonesome girl
I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of
town.
Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.
Light green heels unfolding, then turning into blue,
Meddle horses riding fast in the Catallian sun,
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
Italian singers in the streets, playing their Spanish
guitars.
Young man crying heavily in the arms of Mona Lisa,
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
The Christian church standing so tall, its shadows now
growing dull
A fortune telling lady shouting the Roman Empire is
dying,
And I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
The gates of Rome are opened now, restless and
complaining
Diamonds shining in the sun, beggars collecting tin
cans.
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
Mother wolf is howling now, the orphan baby’s fighting,
The allophones of Anabelle still stuck in the
mountains.
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
Now I’m going back to see if I can find my true love
Oh, I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of
town.
Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.
For I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
