I love that hair, long an' black. Hangin' down to the middle of your back. . Don't cut it off whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. 'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar.
Hey you got hair, long an' black. Hangin' down in the middle of your back. Don't you cut it off whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. .
Hey you got hair, long an' black. Hangin' down in the middle of your back. Don't you cut it off whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. .
Oh, What A Dream. . I dreamed I walked in a field of flowers. Oh, what a dream. The houses all were silver towers. Oh, what a dream. Beside the road an angel sat,.
Like a sweet rippling mountain stream. Goes the sound of the banjo on Cripple Creek. Never beginning never ending just rippling on and on. So does the land just ripple on and on.
I love that hair, long an black. Hangin down to the middle of your back. Dont cut it off, whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. . 'Cause youre my baby, youre my sugar.