Lyrics:
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
And a record played in my home town
Is my only claim to fame
I'm so glad that dad can't see me now
His favorite little girl
Singing in this dingy place
the ground Baptisin' in the river
Glory! Hallelujah, brother! Sweet salvation there was found
So I believe that the saints go side-by-side in the
land
could ask for more
We got no fancy things to show just a place to watch our children grow
So come on down...
We got no big fine car to drive and no fancy
proper place to get hepped up for that midnight race
Ol' Santa he shook off the ice and snow boarded his sleigh and then yelled let's go
All the little
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
little house at four o thirty three.
Chorus:
The four thousand block proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place, but was sold to me and you
Oh, all
And I worked the Quebec mines
And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town
Built the highways
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into
All good
It's all good
Big politician telling lies
Restaurant kitchen all full of flies
Don't make a bit of difference, don't see why it should
But
a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the streets are mean
If I can make it here, I can
The winter days they last forever
And the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
a little deeper in the well
My daddy used to tell me don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things you gotta look way down deep
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
that's America to me.
The place I work in, the worker at my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
The "howdy" and the handshake
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
In the misty moonlight by the flickering firelight
Any place is all right long as I'm with you
In a faraway land by the trophic sea sand
If your
gotta pull up on her
Every time I'm down here
I tried to get her to move to LA, but she say that she can't
My little baddie such a
A-town girl
buried in this land
For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Jenny's hand
'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time
Remember Sam
have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild,
Out on the hills of glory land
So happy and free at God's right hand
They tell of a place of marvelous grace
On heaven's bright shore
Pilgrims
Summer journeys to Niagara
And to other places aggravate all our cares.
We'll save our fares!
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known as old
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind
Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind
In the shoes I gave you as a present
Puttin'
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