There ain't a whole lotta things in this world that mean too much to me   Just a beat-up old guitar and some clouded memories   Well and you know I've searched for something but that something can't be found   And I don't believe there's nothing that can tame this lonesome hound      Well Cindy tried to help me but it made her love run cold   She could never figure out just what was torturing my soul   Well there's an anger deep inside and it's scorching me to death   Drink another shot of whiskey and it might make me forget      Joe Business Suit is smiling and he's looking right at me   But no money has been minted that can set this hound dog free   Well the humming of the street lights has become a friendly sound   And I walk those streets at night trying to tame that lonesome hound      Now I'm racing down the highway from a devil I can't see   I know he's right behind me but he'll never catch up on me   Well his fire burns my neck, he's trying to run me to the ground   But this old boy's too fast, he'll never catch that lonesome hound   Well and I know that there ain't nothing that can tame that lonesome hound