Lyrics:
yellow hair
You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
you're desired
But only by the fellows who soon grow tired,
My poor little Glad Rag Doll!
You're just a pretty little toy the boys like to play with,
little Indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(Little Indian boy)
But the squaw didn't like 'em at all
One little, two little, three little Indians
the swamp, gonna get the boy
But he never come out again
Well I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney
I'm told (She has never told)
Whoa
But where's my spark in the dark?
Glow glow glow see'mon glow
The funky pretty flame in my heart
Me and my
She never had a mother
She hardly knew her dad
She's been in town for 18 years
And I'm the only boy she's had
Baby, I can't stay
Maybe I'll be back
in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (how those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked
glances
But sex is dangerous
I don't take my chances
The boys I meet
Say I look lonely
But I just walk on by
Because they're only
Pretty boys and pretty
It's time to come away, my darling pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, darling pretty
And I need you darling by my
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by
Oh, where is little Maggie
Over yonder she stands
Rifle on her shoulder
Six-shooter in her hand
How can I ever stand it
Just to see them two blue
Pretty Girl Why
Stephen Stills
Like the ghost of someone near
She comes to haunt me in my sleep
Still I'm able to sincerely
Get her heart away from
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write 'I love you'
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
with a girl like you
Funny how love can come to a lonely heart
I'm a boy, you're a girl I guess that's a pretty start
Here I am, there you are
Together
And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head
The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
Put them in a box somewhere, put them in a drawer
Take
If I break the law and get caught
I could get smashed in the face by the big boys
'Cause they're frightened by the real world
Frightened by the real
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
And the scent of honey in the tree whets an old sweet tooth.
The pretty girls go strolling by, I smile at them, and heave a sigh.
And think of all the things
Just look at me now how did I get here
I just kissed a boy and I barely even know his name
I let him take me by the hand
Hold me close while our old
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