The door squeaks,
 There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
 And I set by myself
 Like a cobweb on a shelf,
 By myself in a lonely room.

 But when there's a moon in my winder
 And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
 Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
 And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
 And all the things that I wish fer
 Turn out like I want them to be,
 And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
 Who thinks he is better'n me,
 And the girl I want
 Ain't afraid of my arms,
 And her own soft arms keep me warm.
 And her long, yeller hair
 Falls across my face
 Jist like the rain in a storm...

 The floor creaks,
 The door squeaks,
 And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
 And the sun flicks my eyes-
 It was all a pack o' lies!
 I'm awake in a lonely room