In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the Gypsy. She can look in your future and drive away all your cares. Everything will come right if you only believe the Gypsy.
I used to have a nice life, I used to live by the right. But I've strayed from the good side of the Lord. And I flirted with the Devil and he dealt me a card.
I turn your hole card upside down. I caught you cheatin' and runnin' around. There's a smile upon your face while another takes my place. And now at last dear the truth I'd found.
Chattin' with a chick in Chattanooga. The cutest southern belle I've ever seen. Looks just like a dewdrop in the starlight. She's the idol of my dreams.
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night. Now, they blew up his house, too. Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight. Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Speak low when you speak, love,. Our summer day withers away. Too soon, too soon.. . Speak low when you speak, love,. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,.
Pardon me, boy. Is this the Chattanooga choo choo. Track twenty-nine. Boy, you can give me a shine. I can afford. To board a Chattanooga choo choo. I've got my fare.
Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on.. And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone.. We keep gettin' further than closer, day by day..
The grass looks greener over yonder. You've got a brand new love affair. And at your door, temptations pointin' yonder. The grass looks greener over there.
(The rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills). Take a look at the sky where the whippoorwill thrills. And the mountains so high where the cataract spills.
I ain't broken down, I'm just broke. And there's a lot of folks with me in the same boat. Doin' all we can to have some hope. We're not broken down, we're just broke.
GOTTA SELL THEM CHICKENS. WITH JUNIOR BROWN. Writer Hank Thompson. . (Hank}. Well, my pappy told me as I was sittin' on his knee About the birds and the bees and such You can do right proud in a college crowd But you ain't gonna learn that much Get your degree in the ABC's And dig out the cold hard facts You've got to sell them chickens before they die And the eggs before they hatch.
On days like this we would linger by the ocean. When we would dream as we lay there side by side. I don't know why but one day you got the notion. To sit and watch for the changing of the tide.
GLOW-WORM. Writers Johnny Mercer, Paul Lincke. . Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Lead us lest too far we wander Love's sweet voice is calling yonder Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Hey, there don't get dimmer, dimmer Light the path below, above And lead us on to love! (lengthy instrumental interlude) Glow little glow-worm, fly of fire Glow like an incandescent wire Glow for the female of the species Turn on the AC and the DC This night could use a little brightnin' Light up you little ol' bug of lightnin' When you gotta glow, you gotta glow Glow little glow-worm, glow Glow little glow-worm, glow and glimmer Swim through the sea of night, little swimmer Thou aeronautical boll weevil Illuminate yon woods primeval See how the shadows deep and darken You and your chick should get to sparkin' I got a gal that I love so Glow little glow-worm, glow Glow little glow-worm, turn the key on You are equipped with taillight neon You got a cute vest-pocket *Mazda* Which you can make both slow and *fazda* I don't know who you took a shine to Or who you're out to make a sign to I got a gal that I love so Glow little glow-worm, glow Glow little glow-worm, glow Glow little glow-worm, glow Glow little glow-worm, glow !!.
Well, I caught you with him. On those damp satin sheets. So I packed my things. And then I hit the streets. . 87 southbound. To San Antone. It's getting late out.
Gloria it's not Marie it's Gloria. It's not Sherrie it's Gloria she's in your every dream. You tried to play a game of kiss and run away. But now you find it's not that way somehow you've changed the scene.
A long time ago. In a town in Tennessee. There lived a man. And he was great as he could be. By the sweat of his brow. He earned fortune and fame. Casey Jones was his name.
Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi. And I'm looking for higher ground. Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around". . Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done.
Have you ever been down to Haiti. When the summer sun was sinkin' low. There's nothing but romance. Just everywhere you glance. . And the native hearts are all aglow.