What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

All the world know what I'm saying The world know fine well Get your bearing, know your time Don't you worry, weather's fine Get together, work it out Simplicity is what it's about

Love your daddy all night long Come on, come on now, baby Well, don't you know, baby Girl, I'm in love with you so Come on now, baby Baby, baby please come on Now don't you know, baby Little girl, little girl, don't you know Please listen to me baby

Wish we could stay all night Tell all your friends and bring your mom and them I wish we could stay all night Well, we're gonna have to pay for the hotel, oh well Least the drinks are free Oh, I don't know if it's right But tonight I'm tyin' one on you

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

With my instinct I'm setting forth With my doubts I'm letting go Well I'm setting forth And I don't know where all of this is gonna leave us But it's time we both found out And I don't know where fortune is gonna find us

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

If I ain't got nothing, I got you If I ain't got something I don't give a damn, 'cause I got it with you I don't know much about algebra, but I know one plus one equals two And it's me and you That's all we'll have when the world is through 'Cause baby

Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to Apalachicola It's hi y'all did ya eat well Don't let this old goat cross With the southern voice Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya It's cicadas making noise