Lyrics:
sweet home
The smile on your face made her think
She had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she
A fair young maid was in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
He said fair maid, will you marry me?
And this answer was her reply
Oh no
mother walked that lonesome valley
She had to walk it by herself
Cause nobody else could walk it for her
She had to walk it by herself
Now father walked
sweet home
The smile on your face made her think
She had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she
and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by.
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy."
To have a girl like her
is truly a dream come
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
wanna thank the guy who
Drove her love to me
Just like a private eye I'm on the case
I watched a good woman go to waste
Taken for granted by
of an influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit, might ruin it
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me
Now mother walked that lonesome valley
She had to walk it by herself
Cause nobody else could walk it for her
She had to walk it by herself
Now
Yellowstone Creek
And old Trapper John
Brings her cases of whiskey
Canadian whiskey
He says she never will speak
history's rugged trail
Straightin' by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll along and stoke the freedom fire
For we tand to all
Yellowstone Creek
And old Trapper John
Brings her cases of whiskey
Canadian whiskey
He says she never will speak
If you're lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
struck one
Julie came runnin' through the pasture
She was screamin' at the sky
She fell down to her knees
And the tears did fly
Little John was stung by
put me through a living hell
Dear john
You left me with nothin to do
Dear john
Dear john
I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you
dear john
By now you're
standing here just high and dry
A minute I was up there standing by her side
The next I was down there, well, left out of the ride and
High and dry
all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me
standing here just high and dry
A minute I was up there standing by her side
The next I was down there, well, left out of the ride and
High and dry
sirenian
Soon I shall return to Turkestan
I will ask for her heart and hand
Oh, sweet Dardanella
I love your harem eyes
I'm a lucky fellow to capture
sirenian
Soon I shall return to Turkestan
I will ask for her heart and hand
Oh, sweet Dardanella
I love your harem eyes
I'm a lucky fellow to capture
She's got her new jeans on
Lookin' so right, it's wrong
Mm, everybody stares as she walks on by
See those double takes
Hear those slammin' brakes
In the corner by the D.J. unit
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it,
She likes love
By luck or labour
She likes love
But not for favour -
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
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