Well, he rode into Blue Rock, dusty an' tired,. An' got him a room for the night.. He lay there in silence with too much on his mind.. Still hopin' that he was not right..
Blow me a kiss from across the room. Say I look nice when I'm not. Touch my hair as you pass my chair. Little things mean a lot. Give me your arm as we cross the street.
The red headed stranger from Blue Rock Montana. Rode into town one day. And under his knees was a raging black stallion. And lopin' behind was a bay. .
LITTLE THINGS MEAN A LOT. (Edith Linderman - Carl Stutz). '54 Leo Feist Music. . Blow me a kiss from across the room say I look nice when I'm not. Touch my hair as you pass my chair little things mean a lot.
Blow me a kiss from across the room. Say I look nice when I'm not. Touch my hair as you pass my chair. Little things mean a lot. Give me your arm as we cross the street.