I Know What It Means To Be Lonesome
Written by A. P. Carter




I know what it means to be lonesome,
And I know what it means to be blue,
I know what it means to be lonesome in dreams,
When there is no one there with you.


Well my baby left me this morning,
As the clock was striking four,
The sweet smiling face of my darling,
I may never see any more.


Well I’ve cried and I’ve cried since we parted,
No one knows what I have been through,
I’d give all I own just to have you back home,
I’m lonesome, lonesome for you.

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