Last night you know I couldn't sleep. I was tossing, turning, and counting sheep. To tell the truth. The next thing I knew. I woke up on the outside. In the middle of the avenue.
(W. A. Ramsey). Last night you know I couldn't sleep,. I was tossing, turning, and counting sheep,. To tell the truth,. The next thing I knew. I woke up on the outside,.
Seaching for the sunlight. On this winter's day.. Here in old Missoula,. They locked the sun away.. Come tomorow morning. I'll head for the Bozeman round.
Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,. West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go. We gotta a little place called Texas. Where the women grow on trees.