I was born to beg for you I'd cry, crawl I'd do it all Teakettle love, I'd do anything Crushed on the train We'd stand by the window Sweat through the hard parts of June We hugged it out and ducked it on purpose Nothing else I needed to do

I'm so lonesome I could cry. Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low: I've never seen a night so long, When time goes crawling by. The moon just went behind a cloud, To hide its face and cry. Did you