E | B7 | E | E |
E | |
Hear | the lonesome whip-poor-will. |
E7 | |
He sounds too blue to fly. |
A | E | |||
The | mid | night train is | whin | ing low, |
B7 | E | ||
I’m so lonesome | I | could | cry. |
E | ||
I’ve | nev | er seen a night so long, |
E7 | |
When time goes crawling by. |
A | E | |||
The | moon | just went be- | hind | the clouds |
B7 | E | ||
To hide it’s | face | and | cry. |
E | E | E | E | E | E | E9 | E9 |
A7 | A7 | E | E | E | B7 | E | E |
E | ||
Did you | ever | see a robin weep |
E7 | |
When leaves begin to die? |
A | E | |||
Like | me | he’s lost the | will | to live. |
B7 | E | ||
I’m so lonesome | I | could | cry. |
E | E | E | E | E | E | E9 | E9 |
A7 | A7 | E | E | E | B7 | E | E |
E | ||
The | sile | nce of a falling star |
E7 | |
Lights up a purple sky |
A | E | |||
And | as | I wonder | where | you are, |
B7 | E | ||
I’m so lonesome | I | could | cry. |