Rosalee

Rosalee, you little country thang
 Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile
 You like the jangle, of my tambourine
 Won't you stay a little while?
 Rosalee, sugar sweet
 How I'd like to make you mine
 I'd take you down, to the county seat
 You could take my name anytime
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Have mercy on a day dreamin' man
 My boots ain't dry from the flood
 Gave you my word, to do the best that I can
 I understand this bird in hand is better than two in the bush
 Who do I see but miss Rosalee
 Sure a site for sore eyes
 I like the things she says to me
 In a voice as soft as twilight
 And it's all down hill to the beach from here, lonely
 I've got something here to share, only
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Is the air getting thinner or are we getting high?
 Rosalee you little county thang
 Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile
 You like the jangle, of my tambourine
 Won't you stay a little while, Rosalee? Rosalee