To the tune of "Are you lonesome tonight"

Is the hash out of sight?
Are you sorry you strayed from the trail?
Does your throat get real dry, underneath the blue sky?
When you think of the beer, do you wail?
Do the sores on your feet seem to blister with puss?
Do you gaze down the road and wish for bus?
Or your legs filled with pain?
Will you shortcut again?
Tell me, dear, are you lonesome tonight?