A HEARTACHE FOR A KEEPSAKE Writer Roger Miller A heartache for a keepsake what a tragic souvenir Now I know how it feels when peoples dreams all disappear
Well I fell in love in Texas when a little girl said to me Come on back down here you all and let's grow a little honey tree Well I bought myself a ticket
I like to stay up late and sleep late in the morning I like to do things and I like the things I do I like the feeling knowing you know how I feel about
I ain't never traveled much but someday when the money's such I'd like to see the world and all and maybe go through Arkansas Arkansas Arkansas I just
As long as there's a hill, there's a valley Long as there's a valley then the river can flow free As long as there's a sun, there's a shadow Long as there
When I was a little country boy I had a dream Our family wasn't poor but rich instead I took to the road instead of staying home to help And that dream
BABY ME BABY Writer Roger Miller Well I'm stacking up shirts and things Packin' up and fixin' to go For some little reason that I can't remember And
I hear tell you're doin' well Good thing have come to you I wish I had your happiness And you had a do-wacka-do Wacka do, wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do
As long as there's a hill there's a valley As long as there's a valley then the river can flow free As long as there's a sun there's a shadow As long
I was runnin' through the summer rain Tryin' to catch that evenin' train And kill that old familiar pain Weavin' through my tangled brain But when I tipped
Overcharge for excess baggage Know your concourse, know your gate Up this way sir, not that way sir Airplane departs gate six eight Please sir may l
I love the smell of clover When the winter's over Yes, I do, yes, I do But I love you more I love the kind of love Someone can hum the day long Yes,
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced Burma Shave, Burma, Burma, Burma Shave I bet I?ve seen a million
l once had a sweetheart, the fairest of maidens She out shined all others that I'd known by far I had a friend, big fella, name of Big Harlan Taylor Harlan
Well I tried my best but that ain't enough I'm tryin' to forget you and it's gettin' mighty tough The blues just follow me around the whole day through
Back about eighteen hundred and some A Louisiana couple had a red headed son No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe So they just called him Billy Bayou
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Grape wine in a Mason jar Homemade and
Atta boy girl, that a-way to break my heart Atta boy girl, atta way to tear me apart Yeah, you know how to do just what To make me mad enough to blow