Текст Dean Martin – Houston

Well it’s lonesome in this old town
Everybody puts me down
I’m a face without a name
Just walking in the rain

I got holes in both of my shoes
Well I’m a walking case of the blues
Saw a dollar yesterday
But the wind blew it away
Goin’ back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I haven’t eaten in about a week
I’m so hungry when I walk I squeak
Nobody calls me friend
It’s sad the shape I’m in
Goin’ back to Houston, Houston, Houston

Goin’ back to Houston, Houston, Houston
I got a girl waiting there for me
Well at least she said she’d be
I got a home and a big warm bed
And a feather pillow for my head
Goin’ back to Houston, Houston, Houston

Well it’s lonesome in this old town
Everybody put me down
I’m a face without a name
Just walking in the rain
Goin’ back to Houston, Houston, Houston