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.