| I got hurry up mornings, shower and shave |
| No time to feel alone |
| I got do my job daytimes, work like a slave |
| Don’t even know she’s gone |
| I got meetin' friends evenings over a beer |
| Laughing and talking, no sadness here |
| All too soon, they disappear |
| Guess it’s time for me to go home? |
| That’s when I miss those Mary Lou nights |
| That’s when I feel that emptiness as I turn out my lights |
| I try to sleep and dream about her as I fold my pillow tight |
| Oh, how I miss those Mary Lou nights |
| I found some little places I go to eat |
| They serve me home-cooked meals |
| There’s that great little laundry just down the street |
| We’ve made us a deal |
| I’m wearing clean shirts and I guess I’m well-fed |
| I don’t feel the hurt stayin' home instead of here |
| Except late at night when I turn down by bed |
| And I finally face how I feel |
| That’s when I miss those Mary Lou nights |
| That’s when I feel that emptiness as I turn out my lights |
| I try to sleep and dream about her as I fold my pillow tight |
| Oh, how I miss those Mary Lou nights |
| Oh, how I miss those Mary Lou nights |