You came by at two o'clock, you shoulda been by at ten I said bye at three o'clock and I ain't coming back again Whoa! How does that grab you, darlin
I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang
Lyrics/Music: Carson C. Parks Ed. Chappell - Milano I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we
You keep saying You got something for me Something you call love But confess You've been a'messin' Where you shouldn't 've Been a'messin' And
I've been where the eagle flies Rode his wings 'cross autumn skies Kissed the sun, touched the moon But he left me much too soon. His lady bird...He