A poor boy's chances for pretty girl's glances're sometimes very
Heaven knows we've seen the storm clouds gather
And it looked
For a while I was happy for a while I
Someone told a lie again said they saw you out
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR
Writer Wynn Stewart)
Another day another dollar day
If you want my kind of love baby it's yours
If
Back to the blue room where I can cry alone
I
I wonder little bar fly if I crushed you in
Can't you tell my love's a growin'
Can't you feel it
BIG CITY
Writer C. Shamley
Big city, you mean more to her
BREAKIN' THE RULES
WRITER Hank Thompson - Billy Gray - Al
BRING IT ON BACK TO ME
WITH JAN HOWARD
Writer Harlan Howard
Copyright
Everything in our new home is all built-in
From the kitchen
When the morning sun streaks across my room
And I'm wakened
Care oh, what a beautiful word
For those who had somebody
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