Lyrics
her sleepy little voice says
You re a picture i ve painted but never gave a name to, if my weary eyes have already laid upon you girl To, and she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine
C mon back to bed, then like a mad man i ll keep searching for you till, and her kisses never wear out until the next one comes
you re a picture i ve painted but never gave a name to
i wrote this song for you
And her kisses never wear out until the next one comes, until the years walk my bones to the grave, and she talks while she sleeps and she always sleeps late
I wrote this song for you, to tell how she makes me feel is explaining colors to the blind
And her kisses never wear out until the next one comes, or i ve loved you once and let you slip away
To tell how she makes me feel is explaining colors to the blind, and her sleepy little voice says
C mon back to bed, she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine
And her hands always seem empty without mine, or maybe i have and didn t know it was you, don t be surprised if i pick up this old guitar
And she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine, and she cusses like a sailor when she s drunk
and she cusses like a sailor when she s drunk
Or maybe i have and didn t know it was you, she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine Zeman, she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine
this is a song to a girl i ve never met before
or maybe i have and didn t know it was you
you re a picture i ve painted but never gave a name to
Or i ve loved you once and let you slip away, or maybe i have and didn t know it was you Girl, if my weary eyes have already laid upon you girl
You re a picture i ve painted but never gave a name to, to tell how she makes me feel is explaining colors to the blind
And her kisses never wear out until the next one comes, and her little finger sticks in the air when she takes a drink of wine
if my weary eyes have already laid upon you girl
She s just as pretty in the morning as when she went to bed, and her little finger sticks in the air when she takes a drink of wine, and her sleepy little voice says
Upon the day we meet, don t be surprised if i pick up this old guitar
i wrote this song for you
She whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine, you ve been knocking around my mind like a cannonball, or maybe i have and didn t know it was you
Or maybe i have and didn t know it was you, she s just as pretty in the morning as when she went to bed
You re a picture i ve painted but never gave a name to, you ve been knocking around my mind like a cannonball, and she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine
this is a song to a girl i ve never met before
and her little finger sticks in the air when she takes a drink of wine
And she cusses like a sailor when she s drunk, her hair falls down to her shoulders like a waterfall
And she whispers in my ear that she ain t nothing but mine, i wrote this song for you, until the years walk my bones to the grave
I wrote this song for you, and she talks while she sleeps and she always sleeps late
she s just as pretty in the morning as when she went to bed
This is a song to a girl i ve never met before, the years walk my bones to the grave
And her little finger sticks in the air when she takes a drink of wine, c mon back to bed