Nobody writes goodbye notes And takes off to God-only-knows on trains anymore And to tell you the truth I don't really see much use in walking the floor Old songs make it sound so cool To be a half-drunk heartbroke fool When that fool is you, it's not And the only way this heartache Is like an old Hank Williams song Is the lonely, the lonesome, and the gone There's a place down by the mall But it ain't what you'd call a honky tonk They got a new jukebox Filled up with country rock 'Cause that's what folks want I don't know why no one sings about Drowning in pitchers and half-priced wings And trying to wish back everything they lost Yeah the only way this heartache Is like an old Hank Williams song Is the lonely, the lonesome, and the gone He never sang about watching a Camry pulling out Of a crowded apartment parking lot But I guess in some ways Every heartache is like an old Hank Williams song There's the lonely, the lonesome, and the gone There's the lonely, the lonesome, and the gone