I really must start proof reading..
Woody words with me...and it's as if Neil is telling us girlies,
"Oh my little girly let me see
way over yonder where the four winds blow free
Nobody can see in our holler tree
Her mama cut a switch from the cherry tree
and laid it on she and me
It stung lots worse than a hive of Van's Tupelo honey stinging bees
but there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Now I have walked a long ways
and I still look back to my tanlewood days,
I've led lots of grils then to stray gators
saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me"
nj
nyg
