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Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome, I could cry I've never seen a night

Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to

Tis' a sad but true story From the Bible it came And it tells us how Judas Sold the Savior in shame He planned with the council Of high priest that day

In the world's mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys

We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like

On your journey to the grave, would you stop and try to save? Are you walkin' and a-talkin' with the Lord? Would you lend a helping hand to some poor

Around me, many are building Temples of beauty and wealth But what of a temple in Heaven? Where will you live after death? Are you building a temple

I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn He told me a story, of sorrow and woe His heart went to

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news The seeds of distrust it will sow But unless you've made no mistakes in your life Be careful of stones that you