Well almost every night I write a letter To my mother in old North Carolina She'll prob'ly cry tomorrow when the mailman meets her out The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about
I promise mom I send you news about my baby She was so proud her son had finally found true love Oh that's the long way such a long way from the way the things turn out The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about [ harmonica ] Old blue and me who walk these hills just reminiscing But he can't tell I'm not the same something's missing Oh one I'm holding oold blue and pain another's holding her no doubt The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about The way my baby done me is nothing to write home aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
