I'm lonesome, lonesome everyday alone Yes I'm lonesme, lonesome, every day since my mate's been gone (?) in the mail, he won't answer the telephone All night long I lay and toss my head All night long I lay groanin' in my head I wonder if he's alive and thinking that he might be dead Idle hours are worryin' me Idle hours are worryin' me If my mate don't want me, I wish that he would let me be Idle hours, idle hours Yes I'm sinking, sinking, sinking down below my grave Will they lay my body still, but otherwise I couldn't be a day