Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shone by supper time in the dusty afternoon.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
Boss man, boss man, what do you say?. I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around. If you don't look away how can I sit down.
Black day in July. . Motor city madness has touched the countryside. And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide. The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside.
I'd like to be in biscuit city. With my banjo in my hand. I don't need no long vacation. In some foreign land. Cause the sound of my own breathing. Has been turning to a sigh.
Come on, Pearl, come on, Kitty. If you feel inclined. Down around the bend in the water. Bring your fishin' line. . Come on, Pearl, I'm rough and ready.
Bells of the evening, O sing to my love. Tell her I miss her, my own turtledove. The streets of the old town are covered with rain. I think I might never know true love again.
Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon. And the anchors have been weighed. From Miami to Nassau. She's bound across the waves. . She'll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay.