Simple and honest, gentle and kind
All of the town folk, think heÂ's lost his mind
He prays for the rich so heÂ'll give to the poor
DoesnÂ't ask much of nothing, doesnÂ't want nothing more

HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

He was in love, with a girl long ago
He left her for reasons, sheÂ'll never know
He never looks back, on what might have been
Cuz he knows that heÂ'll never love like that again

HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

TheyÂ're all tried and true, all the clear shades
He gave one his all, to give up his ways
The bitches have ripped, the flesh from his bones
And the bastards are fat, because heÂ's alone

HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
HeÂ's lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

Lonely by choice, and he likes it that way