lonesome and dry as a bone

the shadows are creepin'

across the dirt mound

way down in the bottoms below

and the willows are weepin'

a sad mournful sound

that says she ain't comin' 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 goin' around

it took the hand of my darlin'

my prayers were in vain

now she's layin' 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 hangin' 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