| G# | |
| Melody: m | i\do/mi |
| E | |
| H | ear that lonesome whippoorwill |
| E | B7 | |
| He s | ounds too blue to fl | y |
| A | E | |
| The m | idnight train is wh | ining low |
| E | B7 | E | |
| I’m so l | onesome | I could cr | y |
| E | |
| I’ve n | ever seen a night so long |
| E | B7 | |
| When t | ime goes crawling b | y |
| A | E | |
| The m | oon just went beh | ind the clouds |
| E | B7 | E | |
| To h | ide its f | ace and cr | y |
| E | |
| Did you | ever see a robin weep |
| E | B7 | |
| When l | eaves begin to d | ie? |
| A | E | |
| Like m | e, he’s lost the w | ill to live |
| E | B7 | E | |
| I’m so l | onesome | I could cr | y |
| E | |
| The s | ilence of a falling star |
| E | B7 | |
| Lights | up a purple sk | y |
| A | E | |
| And | as I wonder wh | ere you are |
| E | B7 | E | |
| I’m so l | onesome | I could cr | y |
| E | B7 | E | |
| I’m so l | onesome | I could cr | y |
