Share page | Visit Us On FB |
No. 88 |
||
Betty Anne |
||
|
||
2 It's rings on my true love's hands Shines so bright like gold.
Go and see my pretty little Miss Before it rains or snows.
3 When I was up at the field at work, I sit down and cry,
Studying about my blue-eyed boy, I thought to my God I'd die.
4 Fly around, my pretty little Miss, Fly around, I say,
Fly around, my pretty little Miss, You'll almost drive me crazy.
5 Fly around, my pretty little Miss, Fly around, my dandy,
Fly around, my pretty little Miss, I don't want no more of your candy.
259 |
||