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Do you feel a kindred spirit, to the sound of pouring rain?Does your heart start to yearning when you hear a distant train?If you'd like to take that train and ride, to someone left behindYou don't need the wind to tell you, you're on lonesome standard timeDo 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?The memory of his kisses sends a shiver up your spineYou don't need a watch to tell you, you're on lonesome standard timeWhen you hear the little sad songs, do you hang on every word?Do you swear a crying fiddle, has the sweetest sound on earth?If you shudder at the music of a hoedown in the pinesYou're on lonesome standard timeThere's a bigger clock a-ticking, it crosses every zoneThe first time your old heart broke, was the time you turned it onIt don't never need a-winding 'cause if it works like mineWell, there ain't no doubt about it, you're on lonesome standard timeOh, when you hear the little sad songs, do you hang on every word?Do you swear a crying fiddle, has the sweetest sound on earth?If you shudder at the music of a hoedown in the pinesYou're on lonesome standard timeWell if you shudder at the music of a hoedown in the pinesYou're on lonesome standard time From Letras Mania