| 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. |