The floor creaks
The door squeaks
There's a fieldmouse
A-nibblin'
On a broom
And I set by myself
Like a cobweb
On a shelf
By myself
In a lonely room
But when there's
A moon
In my win-der
And it slants down
A beam
Crossed my bed
And the shadow
Of a tree
Starts a-dancin'
On the wall
And a dream
Starts a-dancin'
In my head
And all the things
I wish for
Turn out like
I want them to be
And I'm better than
That smart aleck
Cowhand
Who thinks he's
Better'n me
The girl that I want
Ain't afraid of
My arms
And her own soft
Arms
Keep me warm
And her long
Yeller hair
Falls across my face
Just like the rain
In a storm
The floor creaks
The door squeaks
And a mouse starts
A-nibblin'
On the broom
And the sun
Flicks my eyes
It was all
A pack o'lies
I'm awake
In a lonely room
I ain't gonna dream
'Bout her arms
No more
I ain't gonna
Leave her alone
Goin' outside
Get myself a bride
Get me a woman
To call my own