I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down.
I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down.
I get so lonesome whne my baby's not around.

When I go to bed at night,
and the birds begin to call.
When I go to bed at night,
and the birds begin to call.
I feel so sad and lonely,
for my baby that ain't all.

Well I get up in the mornin',
just before the break of day.
When I get up in the mornin',
just before the break of day.
Thinking about my baby,
but I know shes going to stay.