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 sittin’ on my windowsill? Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will all the night through.
See that brook runnin’ by my kitchen door? Well, it 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 sittin’ on my windowsill? Well, he’s sayin’ 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. Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107859442477/#7ZiZ2gjXmqDi1YhX.99