Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low: 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.
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.
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