Another lonesome morning 
Another long lonesome day 
You'll have to live without him 
The morning seemed to say 
Another lonesome morning 
You thought you didn't care 
But morning breezes find you 
Wishing he were there 

Bobwhite sings his same old song 
Trying hard to please 
And you hear the sound 
That he used to love 
 [bad word] [bad word] #39; of the leaves 
 [bad word] [bad word] #39; of the leaves 

You losing him has taught you 
That you wanted him to stay 
And you know that all another lonesome morning brings 
Is another lonesome day 
All another lonesome morning brings 
Is another lonesome day 
Is another lonesome day.