In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you One little song For a fading memory You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true I wonder if you still remember

(Southern girl rock my world) (Hazel eyes and golden curls) (Put on a country song) (Will dance all night long) Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey Little bit crazy like New Orleans Memphis blue and Daytona sunny Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans Don't

I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done How wonderful life is, now you're in the world It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

Just for a thrill You made my life one sad song To me you're still the only one It was just for a thrill You turned the sunshine to rain You filled my heart with pain To me you were my pride and joy To you, I was mere little toy A plaything, that you

No more! (Sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music's loud So I don't have to think about it,

That would be very nice Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong Someone to sing to me some little samba song Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me Someone who's ready to give love a start with me Should it be you and me Someone to

I hope you don't mind That I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song How wonderful life is while you're in the world It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I Don't have much money but

Each place I go only the lonely go Some little small cafe The songs I know only the lonely know Each melody recalls a love that used to be The dreams I dream only the lonely dream Of lips as warm as May That hopeless scheme only the lonely scheme That

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family

From me to you This is just a little love song I just want to say I thank you For loving me like you do Yesterday my empty heart had nothin' to do But sit alone, and sanging the blues Who ever think, I change my tunes Well it was easy when I'm with you