Idle Hour Blues

I'm lonesome, lonesome everyday alone Yes I'm lonesme, lonesome, every day since my mate's been gone (?) in the mail, he won't answer the telephone All night long I lay and toss my head All night long I lay groanin' in my head I wonder if he's alive and thinking that he might be dead Idle hours are worryin' me Idle hours are worryin' me If my mate don't want me, I wish that he would let me be Idle hours, idle hours Yes I'm sinking, sinking, sinking down below my grave Will they lay my body still, but otherwise I couldn't be a day