(Jim Rushing/Larry Cordle)
Do you feel a kindred spirit
To the sound of pourin` rain
Does your heart start to yearnin`
When you hear a distant train
If you`d like to take that train and ride
To someone left behind
You don`t need the wind to tell you
You`re on lonesome standard time
Do you sit alone and think about
An old love from the past
Do you feel a bit more empty
Every time you raise your glass
If the memory of his kisses
Sends a shiver up your spine
You don`t need a watch to tell you
You`re on lonesome standard time
When you hear them old sad songs
Do you hand on every word
Do you swear a cryin` fiddle
Has the sweetest sound on earth
If you shudder at the music
Of a hoot owl in the pines
You`re on lonesome standard time
There`s a bigger clock a tickin`
It crosses every zone
The first time your old heart broke
Was the time you turned it on
It don`t never need a windin`
`Cause if it works like mine
Well there ain`t no doubt about it
You`re on lonesome standard time
When you hear them old sad songs
Do you hand on every word
Do you swear a cryin` fiddle
Has the sweetest sound on earth
If you shudder at the music
Of a hoot owl in the pines
You`re on lonesome standard time
Well if you shudder at the music
Of a hoot owl in the pines
You`re on lonesome standard time