Words and Music by LEON PAYNE
I'm calling to tell you it's over
Yes, darling you're now you're now free to go,
You're saying you're sorry you hurt me
But you hurt me much more than you know.
You're asking me where this call comes from
Oh I hope that you won't end up here.
If your new romance turns out a failure
Here's where to find me, my dear.

Chorus: I'm just on the blue side of lonesome
        Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel,
        In a tavern that's known  as 'Three Teardrops'
        On a bar stool not doing so well.

The floor has a carpet of sorrow
But no one can weep in the aisle,
And the say someone broke the bar mirror
With only the ghost of a smile.
The hands on the clock never alter
For things never change in this place,
There's no present, no past and no future
We're the ones who have lost in love's race.

Repeat Chorus

Copyright 1964, 1967 by Tree Publishing Co. and Glad Music Co.