lonesome

There’s a high and lonesome fiddle sounding the alarm, before a gloriously defiant harmony vocal: “I’m a hard headed woman . . . and I don’t owe ya sh*t.”

Given how violently the world is spiraling, it’s natural to connect to these lonesome yearnings.

"It reminds you of Hank Williams singing that song, 'I'm so lonesome I could cry.'"

It took Ireland eight minutes to score at Murrayfield, the nerveless Sam Prendergast enjoying time and space and a penalty advantage to throw a long left-to-right pass to Calvin Nash, all on his lonesome.

Driving around after dark is a lonesome experience, the eerie consequence of what many label a “voluntary” curfew.