Lonesome

I am lonesome, oh, so lonesome, for that far-away southwest,

Where the shadows fall the deepest over the mountian crest.

I can see a lurking coyote all around the purple haze,

I can hear a lobo hollering down where the longhorns graze.

And somewhere up a canyon, I can hear a lion whine,

In that far-off Catalina Mountians at the Arizona line.