In my neighborhood,
well folks don't live so good now.
The rooms are small,
most of the buildings made of wood.
I hear the neighbors talking
about you and me.
I guess I've heard most every word,
cause the talking's loud
and the walls are much too thin.
She don't really love him
Oh, that's what I heard them say
She sure wasn't thinking of him,
oh, today, oh, Lord.
I saw her in the front yard now,
said that girl in room 149,
talking to a boy,
well, I've never seen him before.
And standing there together,
don't you know they look so fine?
I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear them anymore
But the talk just never ends
The heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
Lord, ain't it sad,
said the woman across the hall
That when a nice boy falls in love
Hey, it's just too bad
that he had to fall
For a girl who doesn't
care for him at all
Well, I don't want to hear
them any more.
I can't stand to hear anymore.
But the talk just never ends,
and the heartache soon begins.
Oh, they talk so loud.
And the walls are
much too thin.
Oh, I wish they wouldn't talk so loud
And expose my heartache to all the clouds.