i dont wanna go to chattanooga. i wanna stay here with you. i dont wanna go to chattanooga. the judge says its what i gotta do. ooh who laying here with you.
I had a most distressing dream last night. I dreamed I was a crystal bird. Caught in perpetual flight. . I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride. On the wind and never alight.
Penduli pendulum. Swing around, beat the drum. In July, I'll deny. The illusion. . I'll be gone, beat the drum. There I go, here I come. And goodbye means good try.
Papa won't you let me go to town with you. Papa I'm feeling so down and blue. You just gotta come around, please do. Papa won't you let me go to town with you.
La la la la la. Ooh hey hey hey. La la la la la. . Every year about this time the local gentry. Have a meeting in Chickasaw land. They all come to judge each and every entry.
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat.
Good mornin', mornin' glory. Good mornin', what's your story. Good mornin', where'd you spend the night. Where did your night dreams take you. . Sorry but I had to wake you.
M I double S I double S I double P I. M I double S I double S I double P I. . Right in the middle of the cotton belt. Down in the Mississippi Delta. Wearin' last years possum belt.
Marigolds and tangerines. And lots of rusty window screens. Funny Paper, fountain pen. And patchwork things to cover in. Puppy dogs and potpourri. Oh won't you come and live with me.
Can't seem to settle down. Maybe I'll just hang around. But every time you pick me up. I guess I take you down. But here I am again. You'll take me back and then.
Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth. Tell me why you're weeping. Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth. When you should be sleeping. What secret are you keeping. Jessye' Lisabeth, pray tell.
You. You. Came into my life. It was sunshine everywhere. You were outta sight. Just standing, shining there. Shining there. Shining there. All my days were bright.
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain. Softly blows over Lullaby bay. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting. Waiting, to sail your worries away.
Hurry Tuesday child. Its time to be a goin'. Your good news day, child. Has come at last. Hold your chance in your dusty hand. One way ticket to a promised land.
I remember hearing a story. About a girl who wanted to fly. Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles. Well perhaps it won't apply. It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night.
I want to tell you all the story. 'Bout the Harper Valley widow wife. Who had a teenage daughter. Who attended Harper Valley Junior High. . Well, her daughter came home one afternoon.
When the sun and the storm refuse to yield. Each celebrating powers that they wield. Their stubbornness and strength are revealed. And they combine to grow the crops in every field.
Took the Continental Trailways. 'Cause I didn't have the fare. To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air. . The guy who said he'd meet me. In a shiny limousine.
She charms me and I am undermined. So silky, do I want to run my fingers or just run. She dances and I can barely keep my seat. If I wait it's too late then I rise.