Bigtime Lonesome

When her sweet summer love had turned and gone
 He put a bigtime Moses lonesome on
 He got back the ring with the note she'd sent
 When he tried to make it permanent
 Love was one big storm moving down the line
 She didn't dream anymore of their future time
 No sound from the pillow by the window sill
 Between her and the call of the whippoorwill
 Traveling salesmen, merchant crews
 The carnys and the truckers too
 If you live your life with your baggage packed
 It seems you leave more often than you come back
 Maybe love for her shouldn't burn that bright
 But shine with a lean, warm and steady light
 Someone who listened and could talk with her
 I've heard such perfect men occur
 The work he loved took him far from home
 Soon she tired of too much time alone
 No sound from the pillow by the window sill
 Between her and the call of the whippoorwill