| Hear the lonesome whipperwill
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| He sounds too blue to fly
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| The midnight train is whining low
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| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| I never seen a night so long
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| When times goes crawling by
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| The moon just went behind a cloud
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| To hide it’s face and cry
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| Well maybe the night is cold
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| But together they fade
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| Like the shadow that ran up to the hills
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| Trying to fix her wings
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| There’s a saint and a sinner
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| And forever the missing day
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| Where the winners and the losers feel the same
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| Who knows what tomorrow brings
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| Did you ever see a robin weep
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| When leaves begin to die
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| That means he’s lost the will to live
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| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| The silence of a falling star
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| Lights a purple sky
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| And I wonder where you are
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| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| Well maybe the night is cold
|
| But together they fade
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| Like the shadow that ran up to the hills
|
| Trying to fix her wings
|
| There’s a saint and a sinner
|
| And forever the missing day
|
| Where the winners and the losers feel the same
|
| Who knows what tomorrow brings
|
| Hear the lonesome whipperwill
|
| He sounds too blue to fly
|
| The midnight train is whining low
|
| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry |