Hank Williams received a special Pulitzer Prize last week. Let's give him a big congratulatory shout out ....where ever he is. And fer you big city folks, get by the twang and hear the whippoorwill in your soul. (mw: a lot of concrete!)
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 so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves began to die?
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
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
4 comments:
yep, I love it
mw
Your too easy on the townies -- this sound is why I walk the dog late at night.
and why don't you love me like you used to do ,i'm the same ole trouble you already been thru....ain't had no lovin or kissin or huggin in a long long while....we don't get nearer or furthur or closer than a country mile....ole hank was right ..he was never going to get out of this world alive....
yes
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