Well, I must unique because I'm lonely,
     And I'm sure that no one else would comprehend,
     But it don't matter much because I'd rather be alone
     While waiting for this loneliness to end
     While waiting for this loneliness to end.

Listen to Old Lonelyman as he sings those Old Self-Pity Blues
Listen to Old Lonelyman as he wails those Old Self-Pity Blues
He may not know how to sing too good
But he sure does know the way to lose.

     Maybe you could love me if you wanted,
     But I'm sure that's one thing you don't need to do,
     And maybe I could even love you if I had no choice
     But if I did, I'd probably have to feed you too
     But if I did, I'd probably have to feed you too.

That voice you hear is Lonelyman, sinking into those Old Self-Pity Blues
That voice you hear is Lonelyman, whimpering those Old Self-Pity Blues
Well, he's got a fine philosophy:
He knows you always gotta pay your dues.

     I don't want your Pity or Respect at all,
     I don't care what you think that I should do,
     Because I know that if you want to get close to me
     Then there must be something wrong with you,
     Then there must be something wrong with you.

Sing your song, Old Lonelyman, tell us 'bout those Old Self-Pity Blues,
Sing your song, Old Lonelyman, sing 'em out, those Old Self-Pity Blues,
The joke must be on every man
Who thinks that they don't live the life they choose.

     D                               C
     Well, I must unique because I'm lonely,

         G                    D                A
     And I'm sure that no one else would comprehend,

         G               D                A          C
     But it don't matter much because I'd rather be alone

           A                G             F
     While waiting for this loneliness to end

           G                F             E
     While waiting for this loneliness to end.

A                       D                               A     D  
Listen to Old Lonelyman as he sings those Old Self-Pity Blues

D                                                       A     D  A
Listen to Old Lonelyman as he wails those Old Self-Pity Blues

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He may not know how to sing too good

D                                A
But he sure does know the way to lose.