If they call for me and wonder where I am. Tell them I'm not feeling well today. If they don't believe you I don't give a damn. I just might pick up the phone and say.
He's been the man in every war before. Fought so brave and nearly froze at Valley Forge. And in the big war he was the man. And now in Vietnam we owe a lot to the private.
You just called me up to break our date. And it's happened so much here up late. I'm losing you yes that must be the case. It's just as plain as the tears on my face.
Well I'm sitting here a thinking about those Philadelphia Fillies. And some may think I'm talking bout baseball. But I'm talking about the ones that wear them dresses on so pretty.
I was out on the west coast trying to make a buck. Things didn't work out I was kinda down on my luck. Got tired of roaming and bumming around. So I started thumbing back east toward my hometown.
PAPER BUNNY. (Hank Mills). '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI. . Living in a rundown cold one room apartment. With a dirty alley on the window side. T-shirt socks are drying on the lampshade.
Standing on the road, walking down the highway. Ain't going nowhere but that's our way of life. . I never had a lot of ambition. But I always made my own way.
Mhm mhm one more round of gin and I'll be cheatin' again. . This woman in my arms the one that I've been dancing with. She don't belong to me but I've enjoyed a holding her like this.
*ONE BUM TOWN. DEL REEVES. . The old census taker bans my name from this town's population. Misfit ain't to the word I'd use to fit my situation. My predicaments known to every bum for miles around.
I was going your way and it was plain to see you were going mine. We were both searching for a way to leave some old memories behind. Somebody broke my heart and I could tell somebody let you down.
Here I sit on the back row in a church down the street. Not far from the place where we used to meet. And it's finally getting through to me, you found the one you love.
The last time I saw them I wanted to die. Our baby reached to kiss me and said daddy please don't cry. I must go home with mommie cause the man said for me too.
OLE ROMEO. (Lynn Cramer). '65 Sixteenth Avenue Music, BMI. . Well the sun rose hot this morning at the break of dawn. I jumped for my towel and I slipped my flip flops on.
It seems you think that thirty-five is just a little too old. But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold. I've got plenty of good love left woman if you'll just use it.
Well almost every night I write a letter. To my mother in old North Carolina. She'll prob'ly cry tomorrow when the mailman meets her out. The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about.
Our bedroom still looks warm and cozy. Like the first time that we closed the door. I can still feel you tremble all over. As your nightgown fell down to the floor.
I've had a beautiful evening. For awhile I've forgot she was gone. Now she's back on my mind how I hate closing time. For there's no place to go but home.
My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven. Oh the snow is fallin' still I can see fields of cotton just a smilin' back at me. My window faces the south and though I am far from that Swanee.
It's been most about the year since I've seen you. Yet I can't say that I've missed you at all. I didn't come back in search of love that didn't last.
*MY BABY WALKS ALL OVER ME. Dell Reeves. . The big black bear walks the mountain. the tiger shark he rules of the sea. I'd walk on any man who tries to steal my baby.