You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about
A gal like my first wife
You Moan The Blues for me and for you
Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life.
The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind
I have known a few my self
And the gal that loved me Half As Much
As she loved some body else.
I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too
And the Lonesome Whistle whine
I know that feel; so cold, so real
When The Blues Come Around at midnight.
We've never met, I know and yet
I know you well, My Friend
And if ever I, get to heaven on high
I hope you'll shake my hand.
