Come on and sing girl sing boy sing a happy song. Come on and sing girl sing boy this old world may not last long. . Most everybody's doin' too much fighting and there's not enough singing going on.
Keep the cold lonely world to my bedroom for a while. Sit here beside my and let me see you smile. For when I'm alone minutes are eternity so for a few fleeting moments cling to me.
Carroll County's pointed out as kinda square. The biggest thing that happens is the county fair. I guess that's why it seemes like such a big event. What we all call the Carroll County accident.
Tonight I'm burning old love letters. Photographs and memories of you. Hoping somehow I'll feel better. And when the smoke is gone I won't want you. .
When she left I locked the door and pulled the shades. Now I'm living in a six room grave. All my reasons for living have died so I'm living buried alive.
Well I had me a girl with the golden curles she vowed to treat me right. But here I am and I'm all alone on the Brooklyn Bridge tonight. On the Brooklyn Bridge tonight.
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am. But they won't let my secret go untold. I paid the debt I owed 'em but they're still not satisfied.
BOP-A-LENA. WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE. RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF. . Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go. bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal. Oh, bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, yeah she's my gal.
I thought I had seen pretty girls in my time but that was before I met you. I never saw one that I wanted for mine but that was before I met you. I thought I was swinging the world by the tail I thought I could never be blue.
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die. He laied to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes. They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs.
When the years show in our faces from the thoughtless hand of time. And our youth is just a mem'ry to revive. (We'll spend many happy hours thumbing through the past desires.
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you. I tried to look the other way when you're around. But that takes more strenght than can be found. I just get weak as memories pass through I go all to pieces at the sight of of you.
So many times you told me that you loved me. And just as many times I found that its not true. So if you had your fun and you still need someone. Come on home to the arms of a fool.
Friends ask how I'll get along without you they say it's so sad we're apart. (And I have to agree that I don't seem like me I'm having a ball with my heart).
I've had to burn most every bridge I've crossed. It seems like everyone I've loved I've lost. When I met you I thought my luck had turned. But our love's just another bridge to burn.
When you left I changed the locks on all the doors. And I swore I'd never let you in no more. But I feel your presence here just like a ghost. Each time I lock the door is when I feel it most.
How I'd love to be around you when the lonely night surrounds you. How I'd love to be alone with you. What I'd give to have the power to read your mind one hour.
All the time yes darling all the time tenderly constantly I'll love you. Every day I'll prove it every day in happiness or loneliness I'll love you. Other arms may tempt me but don't let that worry you.
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive but you don't even care that I'm around. You tell me that somehow our love has died. And you'd rather be set free than be tied down.
You think you took her from me but I just gave her to you. I never wanted her much anyway all I ever wanted to do. Was kiss her lips in the early morn hold her hands while the babies were born.