Im So Lonesome I Could Cry

Hank Williams
1949
An empty rocking chair sits beneath a lantern on a weathered farmhouse porch. A muddy road passes a bare tree and winds through misty fields beneath a cloud-veiled moon. Deep indigo shadows contrast with warm amber light. Textured oil brushwork, carved wooden framing, and brass ornaments emphasize profound solitude.
An empty rocking chair sits beneath a lantern on a weathered farmhouse porch. A muddy road passes a bare tree and winds through misty fields beneath a cloud-veiled moon. Deep indigo shadows contrast with warm amber light. Textured oil brushwork, carved wooden framing, and brass ornaments emphasize profound solitude.