You wrote your cheatin' heart about
A gal like my first wife
You moan the blues for me and for you
Hank williams, you wrote my life.

The cold, cold heart and a doubtful mind
I have known a few my self
And the gal that loved me half as much
As she loved some body else.

I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too
And the lonesome whistle whine
I know that feel; so cold, so real
When the blues come around at midnight.

We've never met, I know and yet
I know you well, my friend
And if ever I, get to heaven on high
I hope you'll shake my hand