Now honey, you do the dishes and I'll feed the old sow Also the chickens and our one jersey cow Take down your curlers and powder your nose Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes
There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux They'll come in wagons, buggies and pick-up trucks We'll do square dancin' under kerosine light We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey' We'll wear glad rags tonight !! Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes !! Silvester comin', hum and fiddle a tune Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon Then run and hide behind a bale of hay But that old sittin' hen will scare 'em away
look for me beside the old cider keg I'll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg Never a ballroom had a prettier sight We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey' We'll wear glad rags tonight !!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
