Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Now my room has got two windows
But the sunshine never comes through
You know it's always dark and dreary
Since I broke off, baby, with you
I live on a lonely avenue
My little girl wouldn't say: 'I do'
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you
I could cry, I could die
'Cause I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue
Now my covers they feel like lead
And my pillow it feels like stone
Well, I've tossed and turned so ev'ry night
I'm not used to being alone
I live on a lonely avenue
My little girl wouldn't say: 'I do'
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you
I could cry, I could die
'Cause I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue
I could cry, I could die
'Cause I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue
Now I've been so sad and lonesome
Since you've left this town
Ou know I beg or borrow the money
I would be a highway bound
I live on a lonely avenue
My little girl wouldn't say: 'I do'
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you
I could cry, oh I could die
'Cause I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue
I could cry, oh I could die
'Cause I'm living on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue
Lonely Avenue was written by Doc Pomus.