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papa hoodlum & the hard truth - lety كلمات أغنية

let me tell my sorry story of the day i beheld her glory
i spied those pretty brown eyes and decided i would make her mine
oh lord, there’s no one finer than that daughter of a west virginia miner
my sweet lety honeysuckle annie mae evangelyne

my poor heart yearned and missed her before my poor lips even kissed her
before she said, boy, i’m movin’ on down past the county line
they shut the main street shops down early, and turned the lights out at mother curley’s
for my sweet lety honeysuckle annie mae evangelyne

when i saw her sitting in the clover
up the ridge, out savannah hill
i knew my honky tonking days were over
and i guess that they’re over still

you don’t know, brother, what you’re missing—ooh, the hugging and the kissing
that sweet soft skin and lips that taste like cherry wine
i loved her like no other but she was born to love another
my sweet lety honeysuckle annie mae evangelyne

well, her eyes would look above me
she didn’t care to know my name
h_ll, she didn’t even love me
but i miss her just the same

so now i scan the porches of the houses, the juke joints and roadhouses
looking for my little sweet gooseberry plucked from heaven’s vine
sweet lord, there’s no one finer at any dime store, dance, or diner
than my lily_white mississippi firecracker clementine
name of lety honeysuckle annie mae evangelyne

- papa hoodlum the hard truth

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