You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about
A gal like my first ex-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 somebody else.
I've heard that blue old whippoorwill, 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.
