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Hank Snow

Genres: Country

How She Could Yodel Lyrics - Hank Snow

Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl 

That I chanced to meet on the prairie 

T'was a night in June by the western moon 

That I met my charming Mary 

Her eyes were as bright as the stars that night 

When she smiled my heart did bubble 

She couldn't make love or turtle dove 

But, oh boy, She could yodel 

 

(Yodel) 

She yodeled a yodel as sweet as it could be 

Her heart was as pure as pretty yellow gold 

But love meant nothin', she was too cold 

But boy, oh boy, oh boy how she could yodel 

 

Well, I said to myself, you silly little elf 

I'll win her heart, that's settled 

I tried to hiss that pretty little miss 

But, oh my, how she battled 

She called me names made me feel so ashamed 

Then she said my fire is nobel 

Then she turned me down, didn't want me around 

But, oh boy, how she yodeled 

 

(Yodel) 

She yodeled a yodel as sweet as it could be 

Her heart was as pure as pretty yellow gold 

But love meant nothin', she was too cold 

But boy, oh boy, oh boy how she could yodel 

 

Next night on thr trail I heard a big wail 

She changed her mind, felt sorry 

Her yodel, you see, was meant for me 

And she said, you had me worried 

I've rode out tonight to make things right 

And I hope you will forgive me 

When I said, why yes, she took a deep breath 

And, oh boy, how she yodeled 

 

(Yodel) 

She yodeled a yodel as sweet as it could be 

Her heart was as pure as pretty yellow gold 

And it turned to warm from icy cold 

But boy, oh boy, oh boy how she did yodel 

 

Well, then we got married and what do you think 

We're as happy as the birds in the treeses 

Her love is so true and I'm tellin' you 

Her heart no more it freezes 

In a cradle of pine there's a baby devine 

And he never, never grumbles 

He's our own little pet and we can't talk yet 

But I wish you could hear him yodel 

 

(Yodel) 

He yodels a yodel as sweet as it could be 

He's our own little pet and we love him, you bet 

It don't mean a thing that he can't talk yet 

But he's spendin' his time just learning the way to yodel 

Are you remember?




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