When she was growing up, she had most everything
But I couldn't even buy her a wedding ring.
She said we'd live on love, it didn't matter if we were poor,
But I guess we don't even have love any more.
Oh! it sure is lonesome tonight, upon this hill
As I look at the moon, and listen to a whip-por-wil.
She left me today, just walked out the door,
She said she wouldn't be back any more.
I don't blame her for wanting to go, but gee!
She's not alone like me, she has all her family.
I'm going to miss watching my baby grow,
Oh! it sure is lonesome, I want you to know.
I know life with me is not exciting,
Theres not much about me inviting.
But she took me for better or worse,
It's true poverty had been our curse.
Lord, I tried so hard to be a success,
It seems we just have less and less.
Because of inflation, I can't pay all the bills,
They turned off the heat and I'm having chills.
They say I'm a failure, I'm no good,
I really would do better if I could.
I'm asking for a miracle Lord,only you can give.
Help me soon, I'm afraid I'll end it all, I don't want to live.