Connie Converse - Talkin' Like You (Two Tall Mountains) lyrics
[Connie Converse - Talkin' Like You Two Tall Mountains lyrics]
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
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