There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folk group. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land. . They were long on musical ability.
There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folk group. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land. . They were long on musical ability.
Holdin' you my spirits go up high. But I've got a lot to learn. Lovin' you is playing with fire. And I might get my fingers burned. . If I'm not the right one for you, baby.