In between two tall mountains
There's a place they call Lonesome
Don't see why they call it Lonesome
I'm never lonesome when I go there
See that bird sitting on my windowsill?
Well, he's saying whip-poor-will
All the night through
See that brook running by my kitchen door?
Well, he couldn't talk no more
If it was you
Up that tree there's sort of a squirrel thing
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling
In the yard I keep a pig or two
They drop in for dinner like you used to do
I don't stand in the need of company
With everything I see
Talkin' like you
Up that tree there's sort of a squirrel thing
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling
You may think you left me all alone
But I can hear you talk without a telephone
I don't stand in the need of company
With everything I see
Talkin' like you
See that bird sitting on my windowsill?
Well, he's saying whip-poor-will
All the night through
Just, whip-poor-will
All the night through
In between two tall mountains
There's a place they call Lonesome
Don't see why they call it Lonesome
I'm never lonesome now I live there
