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.