Bigtime Lonesome

When her sweet summer love had turned and gone

He put a bigtime Moses lonesome on

He got back the ring with the note she'd sent

When he tried to make it permanent

Love was one big storm moving down the line

She didn't dream anymore of their future time

No sound from the pillow by the window sill

Between her and the call of the whippoorwill

Traveling salesmen, merchant crews

The carnys and the truckers too

If you live your life with your baggage packed

It seems you leave more often than you come back

Maybe love for her shouldn't burn that bright

But shine with a lean, warm and steady light

Someone who listened and could talk with her

I've heard such perfect men occur

The work he loved took him far from home

Soon she tired of too much time alone

No sound from the pillow by the window sill

Between her and the call of the whippoorwill