Lonesome and Dry As a Bone

The shadows are creeping across the dirt mound

Way down in the bottoms below

And the willows are weeping a sad mournful sound

That whispers she ain't coming home

And the moon rides high in the cottonwood trees

And the last birds of summer have flown

I'm high as a pine upon sycamore ridge

Lonesome and dry as a bone

Lonesome and dry as a bone

The springtime came early along with it rain

And the fever was going around

It took the hand of my darling, my prayers were in vain

Now she's laying in the cold, cold ground

And the moon rides high in the cottonwood trees

And the last birds of summer have flown

I'm high as a pine upon sycamore ridge

Lonesome and dry as a bone

Lonesome and dry as a bone

Whoa, how I loved her and lost her

But somehow I keep hanging on

No doubt I'm bound for a lifetime

Lonesome and dry as a bone

Lonesome and dry as a bone

And the moon rides high in the cottonwood trees

And the last birds of summer have flown

I'm high as a pine upon sycamore ridge

Lonesome and dry as a bone

Lonesome and dry as a bone