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