AIN'T THAT RIGHT (Hank Mills) « © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » Adam ate an apple ain't that right Adam ate an apple ain't that right
According to my heart you're the one for me The one love of my life is here when you're with me If someone stole your love my heart would beat no more
I once walked with laughter wearing love's happy face But now I'm wearing out my heartaches in this crowded place I lost her love but I'm still clinging
Am I losing you? Are my fears coming true? Tell me what to do, am I losing you? Is your love really true? Is there somebody new? Are we really through
I bought this rhinestone suit in California These boots came all the way from Mexico And this Cadillac ain't nothin' son you should see the Greyhound
I'm sittin' on my suitcase just outside of town Watching my tears make little funnies all around Waitin' for that big ole bus to come my way For I'm going
I go all to pieces at the sight of, of you I tried to look the other way when you're around But that takes more strength than can be found I just get
All the love you promised would be mine forever I would have bet my bottom dollar on Well, it sure turned out to be a short forever Just once I turned
If I drove a truck and I were waitress And I asked for coffee and you poured you some Then you'd stop by on your way sometime later And when we arm wrestled
Doo, da, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, da, doo, doo, doo There's a southern bell telephone company in our town Every afternoon I'm right there hangin' around
The calendar said the 30th day of June Sinatra had the nation's No 1 tune The Yanks led the American Leauge by a country mile And I walked the floor as
Back about eighteen hundred and some A Louisiana couple had a red headed son No name soothed him Jim, Jack or Joe So they just called him Billy Bayou
Who's that a sneaking down the fire escape? Who's that a peekin' through the garden gate? Who's on the loose but can't be found? Big Daddy's Alabamy bound
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends And every time he passed by, they all invite him in He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk
Doodle, doodle, doodle, do do do do, doo It's gonna be just a little while I'm gonna have to go home The trouble I'm in oughta be rolling to a song That
I don't know why I love you but I do I don't know why I cry so but I do I only know I'm lonely and that I want you only I don't know why I love you but
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over Not feeling any pain at closin' time But tonight your memory found me much too sober Couldn't drink enough
Where are the flowers that bloomed in the spring? Where is the song that the birds used to sing? Oh, where is the happiness that they used to bring? Dead
