She loved me like the trees love Philadelphia. And like the Philadelphians love trees. One fine and fleeting day in Philadelphia. . Then we went our separate ways.
I was there on the day the monkey came into this world. His face was round and reddish and his hair was slightly curled. He didn't look too different from the others I had seen.
Have I told you lately. That I love you. And that all my world. Is yours my love. Always missing you. Even for a day. Our happiness will flourish. Every minute in every way.
It's not my sun, man, and if it's not shinin'. When I wake up tomorrow morning, hmm, that'll be all right with me. They're not my birds, man, and if they're not singin'.
I rolled into Connersville in 1961 with what was left of my last army pay. I had a letter with me from a buddy living there. He said you stop and see me if you're ever up this way.
You gotta be thankful for the Bible, Jesus and your mom and dad. For your bike and for your clothes and for your butter and for your bread. For your shoes and socks and underthings and all the clothes you wear.