[ Don Rich ] For two long weeks you're goin' to Kansas City And I'm sure I'm gonna miss you while you're gone Well this ol' town will seem to die without
[ Don Rich - fiddle, ac.guitar ]
[ Don Rich ] I sat home alone till I nearly climbed the walls While you been out just a havin' yourself a ball But I end up my mind today there's gotta
[ Don Rich ]
[ Don Rich ] There's a gonna be some singin' there's a gonna be a lot of well-thingin' Bells are a gonna be ringin' cause my baby's comin' home I'm gonna
[ Tom Brumley - steel ]
Virgil Cane is my name And I served on the Denville train Till Stoneman's calvary came And tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65 We were hungry
[ Don Rich ] Well the pitty pitty patter of a little bitty feet's Gonna pitty pitty patter through our house A gonna be a comin' in June gonna stop our
When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in my cradle In those old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock
[ Bob Morris - guitar + Jerry Wiggins - drums]
Well I always wanted to be a star so I bought me a big round hole guitar All of my friends said you'll go far a pickin' that big round hole guitar Well
[ Doyle Holly ] I hate to see the sun go down cause I know that nighttime will soon come around And darkness brings me just misery nighttime is cry time
[ instrumental ]
[ Tom Brumley - steel + Don Rich - fiddle ]
[ Don Rich ] It takes a lot of sand for a desert it takes a lot of water for a sea It takes a lot of lovin' for a baby and it takes a lot of you for me
[ Don Rich - fiddle ]