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Hear that lonesome whip poor will

He sounds too blue to fly.

 The midnight train is winding low,

 I'm so lonesome I could cry.

I've never seen a night so long

Where time goes crawling by.

 The moon just went behind a cloud

To hide its face and cry.

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The silence of a falling star

Lights up a purple sky.

 And as I wonder where you are

 I'm so lonesome I could cry.

 I'm so lonesome I could cry.

 I'm so lonesome I could cry.