Acheson Follow

In my motel, where the smell still lingers
From the night before with a ten dollar whore
Who didn't even know my name

The TV says nothin', nothin' to me
And I feel so low in the highest degree
Like a tree with no root, like a gun that don't shoot
Like a dog outside on a chain

And there's no use for me to sit here an' moan
Many a man has been more alone
And I might feel better if I write a letter
If I write a letter home

Yeah, I heard the news 'bout that old gang of mine
They're all gettin' married, they're all doin' fine
They're all gettin' older and needin' a shoulder
That's easy to lean on

But as for me, I'm half way to Denver
How long has it been? I just can't remember
It all starts to fade 'cause the life that I've made
Is the life that I dream on

And there's no use for me to sit here an' moan
Many a man has been more alone
And I might feel better if I write a letter
If I write a letter home

I can't help but to be who I am
Though I've let many women slip from my hands
I've let them all go, why? I don't know
It just made me feel like a man

What I know now, though it may be too late
You've got to love someone and let go the weight
You've got to make do when you find love that's true
This now I understand

And there's no use for me to sit here and moan
Many a man has been more alone
And I might feel better if I write a letter
If I write a letter home if I write a letter home

In my motel, where the smell still lingers
From the night before with a ten dollar whore