You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about

A gal like my first wife

You Moan The Blues for me and for you

Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life.


The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind

I have known a few my self

And the gal that loved me Half As Much

As she loved some body else.


I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too

And the Lonesome Whistle whine

I know that feel; so cold, so real

When The Blues Come Around at midnight.


We've never met, I know and yet

I know you well, My Friend

And if ever I, get to heaven on high

I hope you'll shake my hand.