You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about A gal like my first ex-wife You moan the blues for me and for you Hank Williams, you wrote my life The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind I have known a few myself And the gal that loved me Half As Much As she loved some-() else. Chorus: I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too And the Lonesome Whistle whine I know that feel; so cold, so real When The Blues Come Around at midnight. We've never met, I know and yet I know you well, My Friend And if ever I, get to heaven on high I hope you'll shake my hand. Chorus: