Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's The little old bird woman comes. In her own special way to the people she calls, "Come, buy my bags full
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey I'm in love with Nancy O. As I walked into London City Nancy Whiskey I chanced to find I walked in, sat down beside
I may not have mansion, I haven't any land Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands But I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you
The last red rose When the honey wind blows. The petals fall And the summer goes The summer goes When the honey wind blows. --- Instrumental --- The honey wind blows
If today was not an endless highway I today was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Where are you going my little one, little one Where are you going my baby my own Turn around and you're two Turn around and you're four Turn around and
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that dont change come what may But our good times are all gone And Im bound
it's freezin, honey steady teasin Tis the season for skeezin, no teasin just some heavy breathin Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven knows No clothes, ohh! Got that fifty-four