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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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.