The floor creaks,

The door squeaks,

There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,

And I set by myself

Like a cobweb on a shelf,

By myself in a lonely room.



But when there's a moon in my winder

And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,

Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall

And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.

And all the things that I wish fer

Turn out like I want them to be,

And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand

Who thinks he is better'n me,

And the girl I want

Ain't afraid of my arms,

And her own soft arms keep me warm.

And her long, yeller hair

Falls across my face

Jist like the rain in a storm...



The floor creaks,

The door squeaks,

And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.

And the sun flicks my eyes-

It was all a pack o' lies!

I'm awake in a lonely room