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
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
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