You Don't Kno' What Lonesome Is ( 'till You Get To Herdin' Cows ) Lyrics - Perry Como

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! 

All alone . . . all alone! 

When the hoot owl toots his tooloo 

to the whale of the nip wick hen, 

and the chink funk chirps in the chilly night, 

it's mighty lonesome then . . . 

And it's mighty lonesome when the wind, 

howls thru the jack-pine boughs 

but you don't kno' what lonesome is, 

'till you get to herdin' cows . . . 

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! 

All alone . . . all alone! 

Oh, the ordinary fella, 

gets off on a Saturday night 

an' he gets a chance to see his pals 

with change no more than right 

but when the saddle is your life 

there's no time to carouse 

and you don't kno' what lonesome is, 

'till you get to herdin' cows . . . 

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! 

By myself . . . by myself! 

Now, the keeper of the lighthouse 

an' the sailor man at sea 

an' the lookout on the mountain top 

ain't got a thing on me 

'cause I got all the lonesomeness 

that the common law allows 

Man, you don't kno' what lonesome is, 

'till you get to herdin' cows . . . 

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! 

Cowboy blues . . . cowboy blues! 

Now, you may often wonder 

why a cowpoke sings so sad 

he's a thinkin' of the many things 

in life he's never had 

no pal, no gal for company 

jus' the kettle as they prowl 

man, you don't kno' what lonesome is, 

'till you get to herdin' cows . . . 

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day! 

All alone . . . by myself! 

Cowboy blues . . . doggone cow! 

Doggone COW! 

Doggone you, you licked me again! 

Words and Music by Foster Carling and Country Washburne