Nah, I ain’t feeling all that down today,
I ain’t even feeling that blue,
And if anyone wanted to feel sorry for me,
I’d just tell them to feel sorry for you.
See I came here from Beaverlick, Kentucky,
And out there we use what the good lord brings,
If your mama puts a biscuit on your plate you’d better eat it,
Cause you don’t know when you’re gonna get a biscuit again.
Now after eating some corn on the cob, well,
You can turn that cob into a doll or a paperweight,
And if your pretty cousin’s batting her eyes at you,
Well, you just go on and set the wedding date.
Cause love it don’t grow on no tree, you know,
Love it ain’t coming for free,
You ain’t too smart, Dusty Stables,
If you’re just passing up on me.
Well, Beverly Hills it’s a lonely place
But I’ve got me this window that’s small and high,
I just lie in bed on my stomach some days
Just watching that piece of sky.
And with all this time just going to waste, well,
I thought I might as well be spending it with you.
You could lie on my bed, flip me over on my back,
I might be curious to see what you would do.
Now I ain’t saying I’m some special catch,
But I know love don’t grow on no trees,
And I ain’t seeing no reasons
For you not making love to me.
Other men they know that love ain’t free
And you just gotta get it when you can.
Now I ain’t saying its true, but I’ve heard that in prison,
A man will make love to another man.
Now I came out here to make a name for myself
So don’t think I came looking for you.
And I should probably just get on back to Beaverlick,
but one more time, Dusty, just hear me through.
Cause love it don’t grow on no tree, you know,
It ain’t gonna fall from the sky,
If you can have my love for free, you know,
You’d be a fool just to pass me by.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.