You Don't Know What Lonesome Is Songtext
von Sons of the Pioneers

When the hoot owl toots his too-loo
To the wail of the nip wink hen
And the ching fong chips and the chilly night
It′s mighty lonesome then

And its lonesome when the wintry wind
Howls through the Jack Pine bows
But you don't know what lonesome is
′Til you get to herdin' cows

Do-me-arma-do
Do-me-arma-day
All alone
All alone

Now the ordinary fella
Gets off on a Saturday night
He gets a chance to see his pals
That ain't no more than right


But when the rope and saddle is your life
There′s no time to carouse
′Cause you don't know what lonesome is
′Til you get to herdin' cows

Do-me-arma-do
Do-me-arma-day
By myself
By myself

Oh, the keeper of the lighthouse
The sailor man at sea
And the lookout on the mountain top
Ain′t got a thing on me

'Cause I but all the lonesomeness
That the common law allows
Man, you don′t know what lonesome is
'Til you get to herdin' cows

Do-me-arma-do
Do-me-arma-day
Cowboy blues
Cowboy blues


You may often wonder why
A cowpoke sings so sad
He′s thinkin′ of the many things
In life he's never had

No gal, no pal for company
Just the cattle as they browse
Brother, you don′t know what lonesome is
'Til you get to herdin′ cows

Do-me-arma-do
Do-me-arma-day
All alone
By myself

Dog-gone cows (Dog-gone cows)