You Dont Know What Lonesome Is Till You Get To Herdin Cows

Bing Crosby

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[Intro] All Alone [Verse] When the hoot owl toots his "tooloo" To the wail of the nipwick hen And the "chingfung" chirps in the chilly night It’s mighty lonesome then And it’s mighty lonesome when the wind Howls thru the Jack pine boughs Man you don’t know what lonesome is Till you git to herding cows. All alone Oh the ordinary fella Gits off on a Saturday night And he gits a chance to see his pals Which ain’t no more than right But when the saddle is your life There’s no time to carouse Man you don’t know what lonesome is Till you git to herding cows. By myself Now the keeper of the lighthouse And the sailorman at sea And the lookout on the mountain top Ain’t got a thing on me ’Cause I got all the lonesomeness The common law allows Man you don’t know what lonesome is Till you git to herding cows. Cowboy blue Now you may often wonder Why a cowpoke sings so sad He’s thinking of the many things In life he’s never had No pal no gal for company Just the cattle as they browse Man you don’t know what lonesome is Till you git to herding cows. By myself All alone By myself Cowboy blue

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La chanson évoque la profonde solitude ressentie par un cow-boy qui, loin de l'agitation de la vie sociale, passe ses nuits à garder des vaches. Alors que d'autres ont la chance de profiter d'une soirée entre amis, lui se retrouve face à lui-même, accompagné uniquement des sons de la nature. Il compare sa mélancolie à celle d'autres métiers solitaires, mais en sent que sa propre solitude est plus lourde à porter, car il n’a ni compagnon ni distractions. C'est un tableau poignant de la vie rurale, où la solitude se fait parfois cruellement ressentir.

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