There's music all around us
You can hear it if you listen close
The kind that makes an ol' heart ache is the kind that I love most
Well, you can call me crazy
But if I get to choose
It ain't worth a dime to me if it ain't sad and blue
It's the sound a freight train whistle traveling through the night
Or the cry of a Carolina timber wolf howling in the pale moonlight
It's the mournful voice of an angry wind blowing through the Georgia pine
When it comes to the way I'm feeling
I'll take the lonesome every time
I know Hank Williams heard
It in the silence of a fallen star
And Carter Stanley sung it when he picked up his guitar
I bet Robert Johnson felt it
Cause he played it loud and clear
Every time I hear em man, it's music to my ears like
It's the sound a freight train whistle traveling through the night
Or the cry of a Carolina timber wolf howling in the pale moonlight
It's the mournful voice of an angry wind blowing through the Georgia pine
When it comes to the way I'm feeling
I'll take the lonesome every time
When it comes to the way I'm feeling
I'll take the lonesome every time