This is the story of a young girl who was
I think I'll sing you a little ballad.
It's a
We'll, I'm leaving my family
I'm leaving all my freinds
My body's
Where did you go when things went wrong, baby?
Who did
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
He
It's ninety-three degrees,
and the radio says a storm front's movin'
Here comes the rose, looking mighty fine.
Here comes ol' nancy,
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine
