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Sally used to carry my books to school
Sally was a good ole girl Helped me with my homework 'cause I was a fool 'Cause Sally was a good ole girl. If you wanted just a kiss or a little bitty squeeze She was always willing to do her best to please Yeah, girls were made to love and not made to tease Sally was a good ole girl. Yeah, Sally was a good ole girl Sally was a good ole girl No matter what the request She gave it her best Sally was a good ole girl. Oh well, Sally's folks were poor but she helped all she could Sally was a good ole girl Hardest working girl in the neighborhood Sally was a good ole girl. Well, she walked up and down the street all day Selling neck ties to the one's who'd pay If they couldn't afford it then she'd give them away 'Cause Sally was a good ole girl. Yeah, Sally was a good ole girl Sally was a good ole girl No matter what the request She gave it her best Sally was a good ole girl. Well, Sally was a good ole girl Sally was a good ole girl No matter what the request She gave it her best Sally was a good ole girl. Well, Sally was a favorite with all of the men 'Cause Sally was a good ole girl All of the ladies despised her then 'Cause Sally was a good ole girl. Well, the women talked about her but Sally didn't care She kept on a workin' and a doin' her share She wound up married to a millionaire Sally was a good ole girl. Yeah, Sally was a good ole girl Sally was a good ole girl No matter what the request She gave it her best Sally was a good ole girl. Well, Sally was a good ole girl Sally was a good ole girl No matter what the request She gave it her best Sally was a good ole girl |
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I was all right for a while
I could smile for a while But when I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say hello And though you wished me well You couldn't tell That I'd been Crying over you Crying over you Then you said So long Left me standing all alone Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying It's hard to understand That the touch of your hand Can start me crying I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true I love you even more Than I did before But darling, what can I do Oh you don't love me And I'll always be Crying over you Crying over you Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying I'm crying, crying Oh-oh-oh-over you |
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Tonight I'm burning old love letters
Photographs and memories of you Hoping somehow I'll feel better And that when the smoke is gone I won't want you. Burning memories Teardrops fall while I am Burning memories Burning all the memories of you that I can't lose. My heart to you no longer matters And I can't live alone with memories Into the fire those dreams that you've shattered And when the smoke is gone then I'll be free. Burning memories Teardrops fall while I am Burning memories Burning all the memories of you that I can't lose |
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The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again, The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been. But my heart beats on as warmly now, As when the summer days were nigh, The sun can never dip so low, Or down affections cloudless sky. A hundred months have passed, Lorena, Since last I held that hand in mine, And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena, Though mine beat faster far than thine. A hundred months, 'twas flowery may, When up the hilly slope we climbed, To watch the dying of the day, And hear the distant church bells chime. We loved each other then, Lorena, More than we ever dared to tell, And what we might have been, Lorena, Had but our lovings prospered well. But then, 'tis past, the years are gone, I'll not call up their shadowy forms, I'll say to them, "lost years, sleep on! Sleep on! nor heed life's pelting storms." The story of that past, Lorena, Alas! I care not to repeat, The hopes that could not last, Lorena, They lived, but only lived to cheat. I would not cause e'en one regret To rankle in your bosom now, For "if we try, we may forget," Were words of thine long years ago. Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena, They burn within my memory yet, They touched some tender chords, Lorena, Which thrill and tremble with regret. 'twas not thy woman's heart that spoke, Thy heart was always true to me: A duty, stern and pressing, broke The tie which linked my soul with thee. It matters little now, Lorena, The past is in the eternal past, Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena, Life's tide is ebbing out so fast. There is a future! o, thank god! Of life this is so small a part! 'tis dust to dust beneath the sod, But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart. |
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Well in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down, And then he'd fill him a jug mmm-hmm and pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin' Bwsh, white lightnin' [Chorus] Yeah the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' Bwsh, white lightnin' Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin' Bwsh, white lightnin' [Chorus] Well a city slicker came and said "I'm tough I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff" He took one shlug and he drank it right down And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin' Bwsh, white lightnin' Yeah the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' |
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Abilene, Abilene,
Prettiest town I've ever seen Women there don't treat you mean In Abilene, my Abilene. I sit alone most every night Watch those trains pull out of sight Don't I wish they were carrying me Back to Abilene, my Abilene. Abilene, Abilene, Prettiest town I've ever seen Women there don't treat you mean In Abilene, my Abilene. Crowded city, ain't nothing free Nothing in this old town for me Wish to the Lord that I could be In Abilene, sweet Abilene. Abilene, Abilene Prettiest town I've ever seen Women there don't treat you mean In Abilene, my Abilene |
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