(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.
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 !!.
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.
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.
Give a little take a little take a little kiss from me. Take a little give a little give a little kiss to me. You're the one the only one the girl I'm thinking of.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . (D) I rode your ocean liner to New (EM) foundland,. Where I (BM) made a living in an iron (A) mine.. When I (G) got my fill I went to Nova (A) Scotia,.
She lives her life in honky tonks and crowded backstreet bars. A world of make believe that knows no sun or moon or stars. Just a glitter of the great white way and the glare of city lights.
Hey pretty mama I'm as blue as the skies above. Hey pretty mama you're the only woman I love. And your daddy's gonna love you but I just can't have you blues.
GATHERING FLOWERS FROM THE HILLSIDE. Writer A.P. Carter. . I've been gathering flowers from the hillside. To wreath around your brow. But you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear.
So the bright lights beckon you again. And took you back and fill your life with sin. I knew they'd never really set you free. I knew again you'd soon be leaving me.
FOUR IN THE MORNING. Writer Jerry Chesnut. . It's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me Wishin' I'd never met her, knowing if I forget her How much better off she would be The longer I hold on, the longer this goes on The harder that it's going to be But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me I'd never desert her, God knows when I hurt her That's the last thing that I want to do She tries, but she can't tell how she feels But I know, too well, just what she's going through If I love her so much, I don't know why I can't do The right thing and just let her be But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me Last night I told her, "This time it's all over" Making two times I've told her goodbye Last night, we broke up, this morning I woke up And for the fifth time, I'm changing my mind I saw more love in her eyes when I left her Than most foolish men will ever see An' it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me It's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me Wishin' I'd never met her..........FADE To Fade.
(And that's why there's a Christmas Day). When I was but a youngster Christmas meant one thing. That I'd be getting lots of toys that day. I learned a whole lot different when mother set me down.
Dig down deep where the ground is cold. (Dark and cold and all alone). . Tired of life all alone and blue. Happiness I never knew. In this cold world there's nothing for me.
FORGIVE ME. Writers Milton Ager, Jack Yellen. . Forgive me, please forgive me. I didn't mean to make you cry. I love you and I need you. Do anything, but don't say goodbye.
Got an old slouch hat got my roll on my shoulder. I'm as free as the breeze and I'll do as I please just a bummin' around. Got a million friends don't feel any older.
You're a fooler a faker a little heartbreaker. The slightest gal that I've ever known. Abuser a chooser but now you're the loser. Cause the heart that you broken was your own.