Rosalee Lyrics - Betty's Blends, Vol. 2 - Chris Robinson

Rosalee you little country thang 

Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile 

You like the jangle, of my tambourine 

Won't you stay a little while 

Rosalee, sugar sweet 

How I'd like to make you mine 

I'd take you down, to the county seat 

You could take my name anytime 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Have mercy on a day dreamin' man 

My boots ain't dry from the flood 

Gave you my word, to do the best that I can 

I understand this bird in hand, is better than two in the bush 

Who do I see but miss Rosalee 

Sure a site for sore eyes 

I like the things she says to me 

In a voice as soft as twilight 

And it's all down hill, to the beach from here, Lonely 

I've got something here to share, Only 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high 

Rosalee you little county thang 

Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile 

You like the jangle, of my tambourine 

Won't you stay a little while 

Rosalee, Rosalee