sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
that’s what she meant to me
sweeter than the wine and she looked so fine
when she met me in tennessee
i felt so grand when she took my hand
and said ‘come go with me’
held me tight on a moonlit night
someplace in tennessee
sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
that’s what she meant to me
sweeter than the wine and she looked so fine
when i met her in tennessee
i felt so grand when she took my hand
and said ‘come go with me’
held me tight on a moonlit night
someplace in tennessee
Artist: Jan Dean
Year: 1962
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 52