Looking back through the years
Like I got myself a time
Well I don't need you hangin' round my door
Tryin' to
If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and
Have you heard about my baby?
Yes, how I love her
You know it ain't right just to treat me this
Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine
There's a rundown
There's a new generation
Who would ever have guessed
All around the
Come on over honey
Got surprises for you
If you ain't got
Just a silly kind of quarrel
When we made each other
Walking on sunset
Watching all the people like the waves along