Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome, I could cry I've never seen a night
Hey, hey, good lookin' Whatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' Somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby, Don't you think maybe We could find us A brand
Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to
I was ridin' Number Nine, heading south from Caroline I heard that lonesome whistle blow Got in trouble, had to roam, left my gal and left my home I heard
Tis' a sad but true story From the Bible it came And it tells us how Judas Sold the Savior in shame He planned with the council Of high priest that day
Around me many are building Homes of beauty and wealth But what of a home in heaven Where will you live after death Are you building a home in heaven
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys
While strolling through a lovely garden As day was drawing to a close My eyes beheld a tragic story I saw a teardrop on the rose It should have been
We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like
One time you know, I loved you true There was nothing I wouldn't do But you have treated me so bad You killed all the love I ever had You leave me alone
On your journey to the grave, would you stop and try to save? Are you walkin' and a-talkin' with the Lord? Would you lend a helping hand to some poor
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Around me, many are building Temples of beauty and wealth But what of a temple in Heaven? Where will you live after death? Are you building a temple
Tonight down here in the valley I'm lonesome and O how I feel As I sit here alone in my cabin I can see your mansion on the hill Do you recall when we
I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn He told me a story, of sorrow and woe His heart went to
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you Baby, we're really in love If you're happy with me like I'm happy with you Old Cupid just gave us a shove If
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news The seeds of distrust it will sow But unless you've made no mistakes in your life Be careful of stones that you
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone I'll live in memory's garden dear with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red
