| (In 3/4 Time) |
| C | Am | C | |
| Hear the lonesome | whipor- | will, |
| C | C7 | |
| He | sounds too blue to | fly. |
| F | Am | C | |
| The | midnight train is | whining | low, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| I'm so | lonesome | I could | cry. |
| . . . |
| C | Am | C | |
| I've | never seen a night | so | long, |
| C | C7 | |
| When | time goes crawling | by. |
| F | Am | C | |
| The | moon just went be | hind a | cloud, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| To | hide its | face and | cry. |
| . . . |
| C | Am | C | |
| Did you | ever see a | robin | weep, |
| C | C7 | |
| When | leaves begin to | die? |
| F | Am | C | |
| That | means he's lost the | will to | live, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| I'm so | lonesome | I could | cry. |
| . . . |
| C | Am | C | |
| The | silence of a | falling | star, |
| C | C7 | |
| Lights | up the purple | sky. |
| F | Am | C | |
| And | as I wonder | where you | are, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| I'm so | lonesome | I could | cry. |