High Lonesome (Sheb Wooley)

The fur trader's endless quest Brought him to the peaks of the great Northwest And he called the mountains High Lonesome I hear the old High Lonesome callin' me callin' me There on the old High Lonesome I'll be free I'll be free To live my life the way I choose The land they call High Lonesome mountains high as the sky Sometimes it's oh so lonesome I could die I could die But there alone my soul's my own I hear you old high lonesome callin' me callin' me Oh I hear you old high lonesome callin' me callin' me