I got early up mornings, shower and shave. No time to feel alone. I got do my job daytimes work like a slave. Don't even notice she's gone. I got meet my friends evening's over a beer. Laughing and talking no sadness here. All too soon they disappear. Guess it's time for me to go home?
That's when I miss those Mary Lou Nights. That's when I feel that emptiness as I turn out my lights. I try to sleep and dream about her as I fold my pillow tight, Oh how I miss those Mary Lou Nights.
I found some little places I go to eat. They serve me home cooked meals. There's that great little laundry just down the street. We've made us a deal. I'm wearing clean shirts and I guess I'm well fed. I don't feel the hurt stayin' home instead of here. Except late at night when I turn down by bed and I finally face how I feel.
That's when I miss those Mary Lou Nights. That's when I feel that emptiness as I turn out my lights. I try to sleep and dream about her as I fold my pillow tight, Oh how I miss those Mary Lou Nights.