In between two tall mountains There's a place they call Lonesome Don't see why they call it Lonesome I'm never lonesome when I go there See that bird sitting on my windowsill? Well, he's saying whip-poor-will All the night through See that brook running by my kitchen door? Well, he couldn't talk no more If it was you Up that tree there's sort of a squirrel thing Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling In the yard I keep a pig or two They drop in for dinner like you used to do I don't stand in the need of company With everything I see Talkin' like you Up that tree there's sort of a squirrel thing Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling You may think you left me all alone But I can hear you talk without a telephone ♪ I don't stand in the need of company With everything I see Talkin' like you See that bird sitting on my windowsill? Well, he's saying whip-poor-will All the night through Just, whip-poor-will All the night through In between two tall mountains There's a place they call Lonesome Don't see why they call it Lonesome I'm never lonesome now I live there