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Amorillo, San Antone
Any old place I call my home
I got go
I got Texas in my soul

Dallas, Forth Worth, Saint Angelo
Houston, Austin or El Paso
I got to go

Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told
The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met
The guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold,

Итак, я парень с золотым сердцем,

With the ways of a gentleman I've been told

Джентльмен, как мне говорили,

come home from work the other night, Dog tired as I could be, I saw a gray Fedora Where MY hat oughta be.. Now Man, I’m not the jealous type But it sure appears to me When I come home I oughta see MY hat Where MY hat oughta be ! Suspicion, Suspicion, its got a hold on me When that green-eyed monster gets ya, he’ll never let ya free, Like the other morning, I left the house, I started to laugh and sing, When I got about half way down to work, When I started to think about some things, So I doubled back home and opened the door To see if I’d got a letter, Now I’m not the least bit jealous, you know me, man, I know better.. I kind-a tippy--toed in to see what I could see, and Man I saw a big black cigar Where my pipe oughta be.. On the breakfast table there was bacon and eggs And toast, and orange peel, When I got up my wife gave me A dish of cold Oatmeal ! Suspicion, Suspicion, its got a hold on me When that green-eyed monster gets ya, he’ll never set ya free, My wife says I’m jealous, well You know I ain’t, of course, Say, when I come home with a hair on my coat, I gotta show HER the HORSE, Like the other morning, she got up And left the house about five, Said she felt like takin’ a walk in the hills, Felt good to be alive... Well I didn’t give it very much thought, But I did notice, just for fun, That the nylon on her left leg Had started a little run.. When she come bustin’ back home about nine, I know I wasn’t tight, But the nylon run I’d noticed, now Was over on the right !! Suspicion, Suspicion, its got a hold on me When that green-eyed monster gets ya, he’ll never set ya free, Been thinkin’ about it lately, With prices as they go, How come it was we eat so much, Our grocery bill’s so low ? Understand, I’m not complaining, no, I should be filled with joy, But I just got to thinkin’ about that good-lookin’ grocery boy.. So just in case i had a clue, I thought I’d set a trap, When I came home unexpectedly He was sittin’ in my wife’s lap ! She smiled at me, the sickliest smile, And whaddaya think she said ? “Look Honey, I caught a burglar !” And that grocery boy dropped dead! Suspicion, Suspicion, its got a hold on me When that green-eyed monster gets ya, he’ll never set ya free, Never Set You Free !

THE COVERED WAGON ROLLED RIGHT ALONG
(Hy Heath / Britt Wood)

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Leon McAuliffe - 1946
Spade Cooley - 1946
Tex Williams - 1948