Lonesome Song

Honey, honey…
Don’t you worry about me
When you go away into the city
I was born in the country, in the country’s where I’ll be
Till that lonesome song takes me home
     
I’ll pour me something dark, I’ll pour me something strong
Something, that helps me hang on
But when I see your picture hanging up there on the wall
That’s about the time the tears start to fall

 

Honey, honey…

Don’t you worry about me

When you go away into the city

I was born in the country, in the country’s where I’ll be

Till that lonesome song takes me home


There’s a letter in an envelope, it’s been sitting here for days
Just waiting to send it your way
There’s a long train whistle and it’s howling out your name
And I swear I could hear that old train sing

Honey, honey…

Don’t you worry about me

When you go away into the city

I was born in the country, in the country’s where I’ll be

Till that lonesome song takes me home


There’s a “for sale” sign on a pickup, at the house on down the road
It says forty-five hundred “OBO”
Well it might get me to you, but then again I just don’t know
So I’ll wait here and hope that you come home

Honey, honey…

Don’t you worry about me

When you go away into the city

I was born in the country, in the country’s where I’ll be

Till that lonesome song takes me home

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