A country lyric inspired by complications with a hotel reservation
Verse 1: Homeless and lonesome on the streets of Tyler,
my lover has left me, my friends have all gone;
but, like you can see, I keep walking and smiling,
drinking cheap whiskey ’til I feel like I’m home.
Chorus: Homeless, homeless in Tyler . . .
I’m just a loser—drunk, lonesome, and broke.
Homeless, homeless in Tyler . . .
The bottle’s run dry, I’ve lit up my last smoke.
Verse 2: When I get too drunk, I’ll lie still and play dead.
If you happen to find me before it’s too late,
don’t try to help me, just shoot me instead.
It’ll do me no harm to speed up my fate.
Bridge: Tyler’s in Texas, and Texas is big,
but the stars in the sky are not meant for me.
Verse 3: I could have been famous, or lucky in love,
or living life large in some mansion somewhere,
but the fact of the matter’s I’m totally fucked,
with no place to go and no one to care.
Repeat and fade
T. Allen Culpepper