I've sung about the birds and bees. The daffydown dillies and the shady trees. I've covered mother nature inside out. There's the old ox road, the old millstream. Pennies from heaven and darn that
Do you hear that whistle down the line. I figure that it's engine number forty-nine. She's the only one that'll sound that way. On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. . See the old smoke risin
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces, all day through. In that small cafe, the park across the way. The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the w
Mexicali Rose stop crying. I'll come back to you some sunny day. Every night you'll know that I'll be pining. Every hour a year while I'm away. Dry those big brown eyes and smile dear. Banish all
how happy I would be. . Where the blue of the night. Meets the gold of the day. Someone waits for me. . (Bing whistles). . Where the blue of the night. Meets the gold of the day. Someone waits