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along the Illinois-Wisconsin Border
There was this Indian tribe
They found two babies in the woods
White babies
One of them was named Elizabeth
She
the Illinois-Wisconsin Border
There was this Indian tribe
They found two babies in the woods
White babies
One of them was named Elizabeth
She was the fairer
lips, darling?
Who's gonna be your man?

I've been counting every tree
Count every railroad tie
I've been counting on you, my pretty baby
To love me till
yeah yeah!!
Pretty woman, look my way!!
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me!

Cause I need you,
I'll treat you right!
Come with me baby
Be mine
ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin Border
There was this Indian tribe
They found two babies in the woods
White babies
One of them was named Elizabeth
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
MB it's Princeton baby 
Take up lot of moe 
Lil' Twist yeah we in the house baby 
Pretty girls, where are my pretty girls 
There she is, WM
I think I'm ready for love
I need a woman that'll give it up
Someone to love me
And someone to be right by my side, baby

A pretty little girl
you
And want you by my side, my love for you
My darling, is river deep and mountain high

You don't have to be pretty
Just to be beautiful people
Who's wonderful, who's marvelous?
Miss Annabelle Lee
(My Annabelle Lee)

Who's kissable, who's lovable?
Miss Annabelle Lee
Ain't she pretty, baby
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga
can ride on the water
With my wife and my baby daughter
I oughta write a book so why'all can see
How easy it is to be who the hell you want to be
be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga
be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga
be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga
have
The two of us side by side.

Who’s gonna feel me, morning me?
Who’s gonna hold my hand?
There’s a tale that I’m humming
Like a bold baby’s
Well I ain't goin' down that big long lonesome road
Pretty baby don't you hear me talkin'
No I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
can compare  
To the girl sittin' by my side.
 
A' Saturday night at the movies, 
Who cares what picture you see 
when you're huggin' with your
ring 
Who rewrites his autobiography for any pretty girl who will sing 
But you can't fool the queen baby cause I married the king 
It was I who
can compare  
To the girl sittin' by my side.
 
A' Saturday night at the movies, 
Who cares what picture you see 
when you're huggin' with your
sittin' by my side

Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?

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