I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up in the mornin', Just before the break of day. When I get up in the mornin', Just before the break of day. Thinking about my baby, But I know she's going to stay.