Lonely Women - Laura Nyro

No one hurries home to lonely women
No one hurries home to lonely women

A gal could die without her man
And no one knows it better than
Lonely women

No one knows the blues like lonely women do
No one knows the blues like lonely women, yeah

Blues that make the walls rush in
Walls that tell you where you've been
And you've been to the hollow
Lonely women yeah

Let me die early morning
Whoa bitter tears whoa bitter tears
Uptight downpour
Don't got no children to be grandmother for, be grandmother for
She don't believe no more
She don't believe no one hurries home to call you baby

Everybody knows, everybody knows, everybody knows
But no one, no one knows