Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, he sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining loud, 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, I'm so lonesome I could cry. . . . Did you ever see a robin weep when leaves begin to die? That means he's lost the will to live, I'm so lonesome I could cry. I'm so lonesome I could cry.
