Howdy y'all!
How y'all doin' tonight?
I met him on a Friday
With a whiskey in his hand
He told me he'd be good to me
If I gave him the chance
He smelled like old leather
Mixed with cigarettes
And a crooked smile, and perfect teeth
And eyes I won't forget
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
He rang me up on Saturday
With a flower in his hand
All cleaned up with shiny shoes
And polish in his hair
He told that he played guitar
And wondered if I do
I told I can sing a song
Maybe one or two
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
I went to church on Sunday
Cause that's just what we do
I looked over to the left of me
He was sitting in the pew
We locked eyes to my surprise
He was there just to see me
And afterwards he walked me home
And met my family
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, What ya gonna do
I didn't hear from him on Monday
And Tuesday came and went
Wednesday it rained a lot
I didn't want to get wet
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I finally got the news
In a telegram addressed to me
And this is how it read,
I'm sorry there's just too much to you.
Sorry sweetie but, I don't wanna be with you
That's all, that's all
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Howdy y'all!
How y'all doin' tonight?
I met him on a Friday
With a whiskey in his hand
He told me he'd be good to me
If I gave him the chance
He smelled like old leather
Mixed with cigarettes
And a crooked smile, and perfect teeth
And eyes I won't forget
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
He rang me up on Saturday
With a flower in his hand
All cleaned up with shiny shoes
And polish in his hair
He told that he played guitar
And wondered if I do
I told I can sing a song
Maybe one or two
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
I went to church on Sunday
Cause that's just what we do
I looked over to the left of me
He was sitting in the pew
We locked eyes to my surprise
He was there just to see me
And afterwards he walked me home
And met my family
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, What ya gonna do
I didn't hear from him on Monday
And Tuesday came and went
Wednesday it rained a lot
I didn't want to get wet
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I finally got the news
In a telegram addressed to me
And this is how it read,
I'm sorry there's just too much to you.
Sorry sweetie but, I don't wanna be with you
That's all, that's all
How y'all doin' tonight?
I met him on a Friday
With a whiskey in his hand
He told me he'd be good to me
If I gave him the chance
He smelled like old leather
Mixed with cigarettes
And a crooked smile, and perfect teeth
And eyes I won't forget
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
He rang me up on Saturday
With a flower in his hand
All cleaned up with shiny shoes
And polish in his hair
He told that he played guitar
And wondered if I do
I told I can sing a song
Maybe one or two
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, let's see what you can do
I went to church on Sunday
Cause that's just what we do
I looked over to the left of me
He was sitting in the pew
We locked eyes to my surprise
He was there just to see me
And afterwards he walked me home
And met my family
He looked at me and said
There's so much to you
I told him,
Well daddy-o, What ya gonna do
I didn't hear from him on Monday
And Tuesday came and went
Wednesday it rained a lot
I didn't want to get wet
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I finally got the news
In a telegram addressed to me
And this is how it read,
I'm sorry there's just too much to you.
Sorry sweetie but, I don't wanna be with you
That's all, that's all
Writer: lionel Cohen, Stefni Valencia
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management