Josephine

Josephine

Don’t be mad, Josephine, don’t be mad

I never had all the things that you had

A gilded mirror with a gilded brush

A hundred acres in the cotton rush

Every boy, every crush

I never had the things that you had, Josephine don’t be mad

Well I’d never mean to hurt you

I’d never let you down

You took me under your wing

Even gave me all of your hand me down things

In school he sat right beside you

But you never paid him no mind

Until you saw us talking in the schoolyard

Then all of a sudden he was just your kind

Ch.

You could have any boy in town

Yeah crush them all under your shoe

You always got what you wanted

But you never wanted what wanted you

We’ll marry at the end of September

He met my father today

Please won’t you give us your blessing

Don’t’ think I could do it any other way

Ch.