[Intro]

    
    

[Verse 1]
             
Lovesick, home

             
sick, sick of 

         
the road too
            
There’s a reas

              
on all them bo

             
ys back when s

        
ang the blues
             
And please don

              
’t ask me how 

             
these last yea

   
rs went
            
Mama, I made a

              
 million dolla

         
rs on accident
             
I was supposed

             
 to die a mili

     
tary man,
            
Chest out too 

             
far with a dri

         
nk in my hand
             
But I’ve got f

              
olks who like 

          
hearing me rhy

me
            
I think of thu

              
nder under met

             
al roofs all t

   
he time
             
Why’s everyone

             
 acting like t

          
hey ain’t huma

n?
            
Take me back t

              
o green grass 

             
and knowin’ wh

       
at I’s doin
             
‘Cuz I just ne

             
ed a friend ri

    
ght now
            
Sittin’ close 

             
until the dayl

       
ight’s out
             
It ain’t been 

              
my week it ain

          
’t been my yea

r
            
And I hate to 

             
admit I just n

        
eed you here.


[Chorus]
              
So close your 


eyes
              
Do you think o

             
f when you’s y

ounger
              
Won’t you rest

      
 your mind
              
Smell that Nor

      
thern Thunder
              
So close your 


eyes
              
I pray you see

       
 those memorie

s
              
The way this l

             
ife blackens a

              
ll the things 

    
you used to be
              
So close your 


eyes
              
Do you think w

          
hen you’s youn

ger
          
Rest your mind
              
And smell that

          
 Northern Thun

der
              
Won’t you clos

       
e your eyes
              
Think of what 

      
this used to b

e
              
The way this l

             
ife blackens a

              
ll your younge

  
r memories


[Instrumental]
         
         


[Outro]
             
Lovesick, home

             
sick. Sick of 

         
the road too
            
There’s a reas

              
on all them bo

             
ys back when s

        
ang the blues