We met back north, back in the prairie country,nWhere the old Union Pacific train stood still.nBehind your house on the hill,nAs you came outside,nThrough the whispering pines,nI've seen the moon grown over the fields.nResting your weary head as I said,nIf of my love, you're to be unsure,nThen I'll leave you lonesome as you were.nnA house in a small town with an orchard off an old dirt road,nYou spent your days at home.nI kept my pockets filled by working down at the mill.nStaring out the window, a sorrow behind your eyes,nThough I loved you truly truenIt seemed to me it was time to leave.nI believe you heard as I spoke these words,nI'll leave you lonesome as you werennYou watched as the train did carry me away.nThrough the engine smokenWell I heard you wept when you thought of the day we met.nBut I did go, on down the dusty roadnTo find me something, though you wrote I'm not coming back home.nMy love's grown cold, but to you it will burn,nAnd I'll leave you lonesome as you werennHere where I am, things they aren't so bad.nI've found myself with an old friendnWho loves me true and she ain't so blue.nSo please don't speak, and forget about me,n'Cause I'm not your medicine.nThis will find you well, the story you'll tellnOf my love growing cold, and how you got burned,nAnd I'll leave you lonesome as you were.