Jeannie C. Riley Lyrics
Jeannie C. Riley Lyrics
"Cotton Patch Lyrics"
Yer Country Lyrics
In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I’m proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear’d up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps In the c
In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I’m proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear’d up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps In the c
I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt babe but I ain't gonna stay
I'll lose my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks and eatin' butter beans ever day
Yeah I'm a sweet young thing I just turned eighteen and I'm unhookin' the latch
Cause I've got too much class for this cotton patch
I've been readin' magazines on a once-a-week trip to town on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty clothes and had some rich men and I know that's for me
Papa's been tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond
Swept Away Lyrics
(D. Hall/S. Allen) I was lying there Lying on the beach I dreamed you were there Feel the heat The sun and the waves When you touch my hand We were on a desert island And I had a dream I was swept away whose daddy owns the cotton gin
Ha I done checked Willie out two years ago and Willie knows I'm too much for him
It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack packed
And I'm out here where the freeway runs
Here comes a truck I'm in luck he's goin' straight through on a Dallas run
Yeah I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me to really make a catch
Well finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch
I arrived in style aboard that big semi and I felt mighty hig
Waltzin' into the best department store for employment to suit my style
And I was doin' pretty good till some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a ripe tomato but he said I sure look green
I tried ever door to ever store in town but my luck had run down
It seemed nobody round Dallas could recognize the class I'd brought to town
And after all day of looking would you believe the only job I could land
Was in a dog food factory stickin' labels on dog food cans
Dear mama
Me I never did find a better job and all the rich men got away
Mama I've been thinkin' pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class fast mama know what I mean
Mama if you'd ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Willie Bond ain't committed yet I'd be willin' to give it a try
After all it's been two years...just tell papa...money...
(D. Hall/S. Allen) I was lying there Lying on the beach I dreamed you were there Feel the heat The sun and the waves When you touch my hand We were on a desert island And I had a dream I was swept away
Ha I done checked Willie out two years ago and Willie knows I'm too much for him
It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack packed
And I'm out here where the freeway runs
Here comes a truck I'm in luck he's goin' straight through on a Dallas run
Yeah I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me to really make a catch
Well finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch
I arrived in style aboard that big semi and I felt mighty hig
One Man Lyrics
Baby, I'm sorry (Not gonna let you down) Sorry for the things that happened to you, babe For what he did I'll show you that I'm not gonna do those things that he did to you I'm gonna love you I'm gonna hold you I'm gonna give
Baby, I'm sorry (Not gonna let you down) Sorry for the things that happened to you, babe For what he did I'll show you that I'm not gonna do those things that he did to you I'm gonna love you I'm gonna hold you I'm gonna give
Waltzin' into the best department store for employment to suit my style
And I was doin' pretty good till some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a ripe tomato but he said I sure look green
I tried ever door to ever store in town but my luck had run down
It seemed nobody round Dallas could recognize the class I'd brought to town
And after all day of looking would you believe the only job I could land
Was in a dog food factory stickin' labels on dog food cans
Dear mama
Siubi Dubi Lyrics
So many troubles have fallen on me That I am close to death. I am like all others who about to die; All my strength is gone. I am abandoned among the dead; I am like the slain lying in their graves, Those you forgotten co
how are you pop and kids hope you're doin' OKSo many troubles have fallen on me That I am close to death. I am like all others who about to die; All my strength is gone. I am abandoned among the dead; I am like the slain lying in their graves, Those you forgotten co
Me I never did find a better job and all the rich men got away
Mama I've been thinkin' pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class fast mama know what I mean
Mama if you'd ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Willie Bond ain't committed yet I'd be willin' to give it a try
After all it's been two years...just tell papa...money...