high in a tree on top of the hill by the light of the lonesome old moon i hear the call of a lone whippoorwill singing his mournful tune way off in the night blows a long freight train with a roar and a rumble of wheels my poor heart is breaking with every refrain cause it sounds just the way i feel and it s a high lonesome high lonesome heartbroken and blue it s a high lonesome little darlin i m lonesome for you do you ever get weary roamin around do you think of the sweet love we knew do you ever get lonesome the way i am now little darlin i m lonesome for you and it s a high lonesome high lonesome heartbroken and blue its a high lonesome little darlin i m lonesome for you it s a high lonesome little darlin i m lonesome for you
['country', 'country gospel', 'country road', 'country rock']