I listen in the dark to that high lonesome sound

Nothing I’d prefer when my darling’s not around

I tuck my shirt tail in and I pull my Stetson down

I’m gonna be that high lonesome sound x2

A rose in San Antone and a waltz in Tennessee

Nothing quite as sweet as when she was here with me

I can’t sleep so I stay up late wond’ring where she might be

I’m gonna…

Swear I saw heaven in the beauty of her eyes

Swear I heard angels when her voice went way up high

It may never be easy and it may never be true

If you say sky is yellow I’ll say sun is blue

I try to love who I’m walking but if it isn’t you

I’m gonna…

Going down south to see the King of Bluegrass play

He got a box of wood a sweet high voice carry my lonesome away

Take me to the railroad tie me to the track

I had a sweet and a gentle one she ain’t coming back

A little rope a little time a whistle and a smoking stack

I’m gonna…