Lonesome And Dry As A Bone

(álbum: Brand New Strings - 2004)

The shadows are creeping, across the dirt mound, way down in the bottoms below
And the willows are weeping,
A sad mournful sound, that says 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 up on 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 up on 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 up on sycamore ridge,
Lonesome and dry as a bone,
Lonesome and dry as a bone