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

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

How could this love Ever turning Never turn its eye on me Ever changing Never change the way I feel Lonesome tears I can't cry them anymore I can't think of what they're for Oh they ruin me every time

Free fall small town Saturday night Before you lose that loving feeling Let's go dancing on the ceiling Paradise city where the grass is green But that's a song for another time Pretty soon I'll be so lonesome I could cry Brown eyed girl sweet Caroline