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Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low:
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
did you ever see a Robin weep,
When leaves begin to die?
That means he's lost the will to live.
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star,
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I'm so lonesome I could cry.