Letra de
Four Kinds Of Lonely

Johnny Blakely robbed the bank way down in El Paso
He got thirty four dollars and a sack of green stamps I know
He didn't tell nobody but his little red-headed girlfriend
She turned him in again and again
And now he's four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry and one big kind of mad kind of mad
Mildred wadn't pretty but she had a good looking man