Stupid love is stupid Don't know why we always do it Finally found it just to lose it Always wind up looking stupid Plays you like a fiddle Shakes you like a rattle Takes away your gun

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree They say who murdered three Where dead man called out For his love to flee

She said you don't even know How far will you go I just wanna feel you go You make me, so crazy But I'm OK, just pain me Take it very slow 'Cause I'm in love tonight How just how much I need it Show me the difference between love and death

You have no right to speak to me so kind Separate lives You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your

But now that you left me 'Till your well runs dry I keep missing my water And I want my water And I'm little thirsty, now In the beginning You really loved me, oh I was too blind I could not see, now

Is there anyone finer In the state of Carolina? If there is and you know her, With her Dixie eyes blazin', How I love to sit and gaze in To the eyes of Dinah Lee! Yet, every night,

Hear the children cryin' But I know they cry not in vain Now the times are changin' Love has come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days But now it's not rain that water the cane crops But the sweat

Say I love you when you're not listening, How long, can we keep this up, up, up? And I will make sure to keep my distance, The sun is filling up the room, And I can hear you dreaming. Do you feel the way I do, right now? I wish we would just give up,

All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their stand And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall,

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for