Lonely Room - Studio Musicians
The floor creaks
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
The girl that 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
Just 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
I ain't gonna dream about her arms no more
I ain't gonna leave her alone
Goin' outside
Git myself a bride
Git me a woman to call
My own
