Lyrics:
Molly Brown, waits for me
In a little one-horse town
And Boley, Oklahoma
Where white folks don't come around
I'm thinkin' about you, Molly
I'm
want you to walk down freedom's road
You little brown baby
So lie away lie away sleeping lie away singing
Lie away sleeping lie away safe in my arms
want you to walk down freedom's road
You little brown baby
So lie away lie away sleeping lie away singing
Lie away sleeping lie away safe in my arms
Is this your life, Jackie Brown?
Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town.
Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown?
This pretty little
little girl
In the worn out clothes
That have been hand-me down.
Is this your wife, Jackie Brown?
With sad blue eyes, walking on eggshells so you don't
familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Miss Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down
familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Miss Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down
familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Miss Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down
One little brown bird
Up and up he flew
Along came another
One and that made two
Two little brown birds
Sitting on a tree
Along came another
Where the dreamy Volga flows
There's a lonely Russian rose
Gazing tenderly
Down upon her knee
Where a baby's brown eyes glisten
Listen
Ev'ry
familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Miss Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down
dark brown eyes
You're my only sweetheart, little chocolate bar
I'll eat you up some day
Your two hands and feet are just as black as tar
But don't
familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Miss Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down
She is a little Queen of Spades
And her men will not let her be
Says, she's the little Queen of Spades
And her men will not let her be
Ev'ry time she
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
dark brown eyes
You're my only sweetheart, little chocolate bar
I'll eat you up some day
Your two hands and feet are just as black as tar
But don't
what he is
Brown shirts
Brown shirts
They're a little more subtle now
Brown shirts than the "house painter" man
Brown shirts speak of God as their
There's a church in the
Valley by the wildwood
No lovelier place in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in
There's a little brown road windin' over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea
There's a little green gate
At whose trellis I wait
While two
All through the night
There's a little brown bird singing
Singing in the dusk of the darkness
And the dew
Oh how I wish that my heart
Could go
There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a sunny morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born
All
Brown baby
Brown baby
As you grow up
I want you to drink from the plenty cup
I want you to stand up
Tall and proud
I want you to speak up
There's a little brown road windin' over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea
There's a little green gate
At whose trellis I wait
While two
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