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Category: - Artist:BILLY Grammer- Contributor:Webmaster

Gotta Travel On

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on

Poppa writes to Johnny, but Johnny can't come home
Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home
Poppa writes to Johnny, but Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long.

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on

High sheriff and police riding after me,
Riding after me, yes, coming after me.
High sheriff and police coming after me,
And I fee like I gotta travel on.

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on

Want to see my honey, want to see her bad.
Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad.
Want to see my honey, want to see her bad,
She's the best girl, this poor boy ever had.

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on

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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair
Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster

[Written by Bob Merrill]

(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)

My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time

She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most

My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try

(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)

How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)