I'm lonesome, lonesome everyday alone
Yes I'm lonesme, lonesome, every day since my mate's been gone
(?) in the mail, he won't answer the telephone
All night long I lay and toss my head
All night long I lay groanin' in my head
I wonder if he's alive and thinking that he might be dead
Idle hours are worryin' me
Idle hours are worryin' me
If my mate don't want me, I wish that he would let me be
Idle hours, idle hours
Yes I'm sinking, sinking, sinking down below my grave
Will they lay my body still, but otherwise I couldn't be a day