You just don't know what lonesome really is
until you've lived without the Lord
You just don't know what lonesome really is.

You cry yourself to sleep each night, no Savior there to show the light
And you're lonely, lonely, lonely when you live without the Lord.

You just can't start to visualize the plight
Of what without-the-Lord would be
To walk each day and night

You just don't know what lonesome really is
until you've lived without the Lord.
You're lonely, lonely, lonely when you live without the Lord.

You just don't know what lonesome really is
until you've lived without the Lord.
I was lonely, lonely, lonely when I lived without the Lord.