Do you feel
A kindred spirit
To the sound of
Pouring rain
Does your heart
Start to yearning
When you hear
A distant train
If you'd like
To take that
Train ride
To someone
Left behind
You don't need
The wind
To tell you
You're on
Lonesome
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Do you sit alone
And think about
An old love
From the past
Do you feel
A bit more
Empty
Every time
You raise
Your glass
The memory of
His kisses sends
A shiver up
Your spine
You don't need
A watch
To tell you
You're on
Lonesome
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When you hear
Them old sad songs
Do you hang on
Every word?
Do you swear,
A cryin' fiddle?
Has the,
Sweetest sound,
On earth?
Do you shudder,
At the music of,
The hoot out,
In the pines?
You're on
Lonesome
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There's a big old
Clock atickin'
It crosses
Every zone
First time your
Old heart broke
Was the time you
Turned it on
It don't never
Need awindin'
'Cause if it works
Like mine
Well, there ain't
No doubt
About it
You're on
Lonesome
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Whoh...when you hear
Them old sad songs
Do you hang on
Every word?
Do you swear,
A cryin' fiddle?
Has the,
Sweetest sound,
On earth?
Do you shudder,
At the music of,
The hoot out,
In the pines?
You're on
Lonesome
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Well do you shudder
At the music
Of the hoot
Out in the pines
You're on
Lonesome
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