Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low:
I`m so lonesome I could cry.
I`ve never seen a night so long,
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud,
To hide its face and cry.
Did you ever see a Robin weep,
When leaves begin to die?
That means he`s lost his will to live.
I`m so lonesome I could cry.
Instrumental break.
The silence of a falling star,
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are,
I`m so lonesome I could cry.
I`m so lonesome I could cry.