It's lonely here; it's lonesome all the time. It's lonesome on the Cherry, Cherry River Line. Got a girl on yonder mountain beneath the spreading pine. I know that she loves me; she's always on my mind. Well, I saw my Lulu gal with a dram-glass in her hand, Pouring out her troubles, doin'(?) with another man. Well, I told my Lulu gal I've taken all I can. I got me another woman; go get you another man. The train that I ride, it runs mighty slow. I can hear that lonesome, lonesome whistle blow. It's lonely here; it's lonesome all the time. It's lonesome on the Cherry, Cherry River Line. Someday I may forget you, never on my mind, But I never will forget that Cherry River Line.