It looks everywhere I go always get myself in trouble Cause the girls I pick on ain't the saintest kind And I wind up running barefoot to hell and think of clover Cause the neck I value most of all is mine
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas And a dozen pair of boots along the way
Now Betty was a sweet thing I was courting in Seattle She swore to me she was nobody's wife But how was I to know she had a boyfriend big as Dallas And I bid that one good shirt for one good life
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging... [ fiddle ] Now Susie had a big yacht we anchored in the harbor She said she was alone at least today When he climbed aboard I swam for shore praying I could get there Lost the Levi's while I made my get-a-way
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging... That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
