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 it 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 talking 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 talking 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