Back in the doo-wah days. We had a ball. Nights on the boardwalk. We had it all. . Time just skipped away. Back in our doo-wah days. . Back in the doo-wah days.
[Chorus]. Christmas time's a comin'. Christmas time's a comin'. Christmas time's a comin'. And I know I'm goin' home. . Snow flake's a-fallin'. My old heart's a callin'.
Whiskey River, take my mind. Don't let her memory torture me. Whiskey River, don't run dry. You're all I got, take care of me. . Whiskey River, take my mind.
Came in last night at half past ten. That baby of mine wouldn't let me in. So move it on over (move it on over). Move it on over (move it on over). Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in.
Maybe I didn't love you. Quite as often as I could have. Maybe I didn't treat you. Quite as good as I should have. If I made you feel second best. Girl I'm sorry I was blind.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks. Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
If you had not have fallen. Then I would not have found you. Angel flying too close to the ground. I patched up your broken wing and hung around for a while.
When the world is crashing down. And you're left alone on shaky ground. It seems like losing hope's. The only way to cope. . But you can turn around and see.
Sometimes I don't know where. This dirty road is taking me. Sometimes I can't even see the reason why. I guess I keep a-gamblin'. Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'.
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me. Sometimes I can't even see the reason why. I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'.
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turning on the world, the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Wasted days and wasted nights. I have left for you behind. For you don't belong to me. You heart belongs to someone else. . Why should I keep loving you.
Sir Douglas Quintet is back.. We'd like to thank all our beautiful friends all over the country,. And all the beautiful vibrations.. We love you.. . Teeny bopper, My teenage Lover,.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame;. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain..
Whatcha' hiding? Where you running?. Baby you've been up to something. Don't you tell me it's not what it looks like. . Had my heart but you tore right through it.
I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands..
Till the stars in the sky cease to shine. Till the sand in the desert grows cold. Till the last petals fall from the roses. And the silver in your hair turns back to gold.
I feel tears wellin' up. Cold and deep inside. Like my heart's sprung a big break. And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful. That I may never shake.
I'm looking like a lobster wearing flip-flops and a Stetson. Guess that's why they call it fishing instead of catching. 'Cause I ain't had a single bite all day.
He's free as the breeze. He's always at ease. He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees. As he swings through the trees. With a trapeze in his B.V.D.s.