There is nothing I can do, if you?re here to hear me cry Nothing I can do if you?re here to hear me cry But my love will follow you, as the years go
She?s gone, yes she?s gone She?s gone, solid gone Ah, the girl?s a valentine, she?s fine Her eyes are green and her hair is brown Ah, that?s a genuine
Those other years, those dusty years When we drove the big hearse through I tried to forget the miles we rode and Spanish Johnny, you! He?d sit beside
You know she took the Chevrolet with her this morning, people She didn?t leave me nothing but a mule to ride She took the car this morning Left me
All through Northern Oregon Always at my side/sight Sleeping in those narrow beds And then we?d ride Drinking in those dirty bars Keeping out of
Now, baby, you?ve been on my mind Well, honey, you?ve been on my mind Now, listen to me baby, you?ve been on my mind I think about you almost all