Darling, I don't know whether you can hear me or not. Because of this lump in my throat, I can't talk very loud. But I've got to tell you 'bout our little son's prayer tonight.
I've been loved in Cincinnati, Evansville and in St Paul. All the gals were pretty and I ain't tryin' to find no fault. There's a gal in the Windy City, I can't forget about.
(I've got a woman to lean on). I've seen times there was no way the sun could ever shine. And I've seen me so completely down and I count up every time.