And If Any Last One Of You Ever Likes To Be Part Of This War. Part Of It You Get Out You Get Out You Get Out. One Two Oh. . I Met A Lot Of Friends Who Were Cool.
Your baby blue eyes and your promises and lies. Have got me in a mess. Why don't you do me right and quit tryin' to fight. Everytime you get distressed?.
You're baby blue eyes. That you promised tonight have got me in a mess. Why don't you do right and quit try to fight. Every time we get this stress. .
Written by dorsey burnette, johnny burnette, and paul burlison.. . Well come on little baby let's tear that. Dance floor up. Come on little baby let me see you.