Please Sing My Song When I'm Gone
shook your tree didn’t get no peach
y’kept your best stuff out of reach now i’m goin’ to Tennessee you won’t get no letter from me but please sing my song when I’m gone tell your ma i’m rich as a king tell your pa don’t mean a thing cause you love me for who i am last i checked my name was Samm and please sing my song when I’m gone catch you later no, i’d rather catch you now plan ahead, honey i don’t know how threw my date book over the wall spring has sprung don’t worry ‘bout fall mister please get outta my way got a girl i’m meeting today she won’t stick around if i’m late swear that woman’s a real hot date and she'll sing my song when I’m gone catch you later, no, i’d rather catch you now plan ahead, honey i don’t know how threw my date book over the wall spring has sprung don’t worry ‘bout fall lord knows babe i’m loving your style want you on my radio dial tune you in to hear you say you’ll come see me later today and you’ll sing my song when I’m gone |
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