Talkin' Like (Two Tall Mountains)

In between two tall mountains
there’s a place they call Lonesome.
Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
I’m never lonesome when I go there.
See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
all the night through.
See that brook runnin’ by my kitchen door?
Well, it couldn’t talk no more
if it was you.
Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing.
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling.
In the yard I keep a pig or two.
They drop in for dinner like you used to do.
I don’t stand in the need of company,
with everything I see
talkin’ like you.
Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing.
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling.
You may think you left me all alone,
but I can hear you talk without a telephone.
I don’t stand in the need of company,
with everything I see
talkin’ like you.
See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
all the night through.
Just, whip-poor-will
all the night through.
In between two tall mountains
there’s a place they call Lonesome.
Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
I’m never lonesome now I live there.