Songtexte:
Jeannie C Riley

soon after mama had gone Then it was work Jeannie work Jeannie work, Jeannie work The hard times had just begun Yes, it's work Jeannie work Jeannie work, Jeannie work For Jeannie

There are the roses and there are the thorns There's a time for happiness and there's a time to mourn There's a time to love then when love is faded and

Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a gas Anytime you see her you can always count on Shirley for a glass She knows more words with just four letters than the

It's so still I can't hear the pages that fall as I look through my yearbook again And I know I'll cry at the picture I see teardrops on page forty-three

There was a time we'd sit in the backyard 'Cause the house would get so hot From the summer sun, there was no way of sleepin' And you'd play your old

We were dancin' and he led just like you used to He squeezed my hand and he teased me just like you used to And so close to my lips the words came That

The train whistle blew for Coal Road Crossin' in a few more minutes we'll pull into town I'll have to face the folks who'll come to meet us I'll try to

Take the ribbon from my hair Shake it loose and let it fall Laying soft against your skin Like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side Till

Oh singer, sing me an old song yeah Oh singer, sing me an old song Sing me an old song about cotton bales Tell me how the good earth feels Down in the