Talkin’ Like You (Two Tall Mountains)

In between two tall mountains
There’s a place they call Lonesome
Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
I’m never lonesome when I go there

See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
All the night through

See that brook runnin’ by my kitchen door?
Well, it couldn’t talk no more
If it was you

Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling

In the yard I keep a pig or two
They drop in for dinner like you used to do

I don’t stand in the need of company
With everything I see
Talkin’ like you

Up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing
Sounds just like we did when we were quarrelling

You may think you left me all alone
But I can hear you talk without a telephone

I don’t stand in the need of company
With everything I see
Talkin’ like you

See that bird sittin’ on my windowsill?
Well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will
All the night through

Just, whip-poor-will
All the night through

In between two tall mountains
There’s a place they call Lonesome
Don’t see why they call it Lonesome;
I’m never lonesome now I live there