I keep a pile of pennies. In the pocket of my pants. I pay my toll to the sidewalk troll. My entrance fee to street romance. . Oh, streetcorner ambassador.
Saturday morning found me itching. To get on over to my grandma's kitchen. Where the sweetest little berries was cooking up right. And then we'd put them in a canning jar and seal them up tight.
Sleep comes creeping in. At four in the morning. Sneaking up the stairs. Shoes in her hands. . Don't you know what time it is?. Oh, I've been worried about you, Lollie.
When you asked me. "Michelle, do you love me?". I did not know what to say. So I just laid down beside you. And loved you in a silent way. . And when you asked me to forgive you.
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble. Soldier's joy has been a bitter pill. Though in battle a brave man I resemble. Alone, I am a coward without will.
Billy Barlow was a poor boy. That's why he robbed the Union Grove Bank. He was a sweet talking ladies man. That's what he'd have ladies all to think. .