High Lonesome
Gretchen Peters
High in a tree on the top of the hill
By the light of the lonesome old moon
I hear the call of a lone whippoorwill
Singing his mournful tune
Way off in the night blows the long freight train
With a roar and a ramble of wheels
My poor heart is breaking with every refrain
'Cause it sounds just the way I feel
And it's a high lonesome
High lonesome heartbroken and blue
It's a high lonesome
Little darling, I'm lonesome for you
Do you ever get weary of roamin' around?
Do you think of the sweet love we knew?
Do you ever get lonesome the way I am now?
Little darling, I'm lonesome for you
And it's a high lonesome
High lonesome heartbroken and blue
It's a high lonesome
Little darling, I'm lonesome for you
It's high lonesome
Little darling, I'm lonesome for you
