Hound's Bone - Those Poor Bastards

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Never had I felt so all alone

Dreamin' of a gal who doesn’t exist

Gnawin' on an old hound’s bone

Wonderin' how to cleanse myself

Of the darkness in my soul

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Gnawin' on an old hound’s bone

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Fillin' my gills with booze

Drinkin' it down and chokin' it up

Either way I lose

Wonderin' if this pain I feel

Is what folks call the blues

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Gnawin' on an old hound’s bone

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Burnin' old pictures in the fire

Thinkin' of the skin of a pretty young thing

And feelin' no desire

Wonderin' how to start again

And tryin' to atone

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Gnawin' on an old hound’s bone

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Dialin' old numbers on the phone

Even though the line is dead

I hear a distant drone

Wonderin' how my skull would feel

If I smashed it with a stone

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night

Gnawin' on an old hound’s bone