is wrong since me and my baby partedAll day long

gonna give you thirty days to get back homeI've

to-and-fro, hard working at the millNever fail, in the

ain't the word for the way that I feel'Cause

days, school daysDear old Golden Rule in the

I'm just a fan who had to call you on

Lord have mercyGotta tell itTell it just like it isEvery wordYeah,

up out of that bed and wash your face

throw a twilight cookoutWe two, you two, no moreWay

distance information, give me Memphis, TennesseeHelp me find the

drew out all her money at the Southern TrustAnd

lordy Lord, oh lordy LordIt hurts me so bad for

de Louisiana, hacia New OrleansPasando por el bosque del

of all the reindeersYou know you're the mastermindRun, run, RudolphRandolph

We'll remember alwaysThe golden Beach Boys soundCatch a wave, you'll be

Blue on blue, heartache on heartacheBlue on blue now that we

drew out all her money at the Southern TrustAnd

in the evening down in Mobile, AlabamaWorking on the

Gonna give you 30 days to get back homeGonna talk to

to-and-fro, hard working at the millNever fail, in the