
Talkin’ Like You Nat Johnson
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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 sitting on my windowsill, well he's saying whip-poor-will all the night through
See that brook running 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 sitting on my windowsill, well he's saying 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
Don't see why they call it Lonesome - I'm never lonesome when I go there
See that bird sitting on my windowsill, well he's saying whip-poor-will all the night through
See that brook running 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 sitting on my windowsill, well he's saying 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
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