I'm sitting here, drinking beer, and I ain't missing you
You went away and left me, you thought that I'd be blue
But I've found the way to feel okay, the cure for how I feel
I'm at this bar, a-drinking beer, my lonely heart to heal

Yes, our old house was lonesome, no-one else was there
But I found the way to feel okay, the answer's in this beer
And if I could see you just once more, if you stepped through the door
Then maybe this old house would not be lonesome any more

Have you ever seen a lonely place, a house that's so forlorn
A place with just one lonesome man, a heart that has been torn
But if I could see you just once more, if you stepped through the door
Then maybe this old house would not be lonesome any more

Yes, our old house was lonesome, no-one else was there
But I found the way to feel okay, the answer's in this beer
But if I could see you just once more, if you stepped through the door
Then maybe this old house would not be lonesome any more
Yes, maybe this old house would not be lonesome any more

Written and performed by Bob Johns, this song is a Honky Tonk version of the old story about drinking to cure a broken heart.