AM Gold 1970

One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy But all I do is cry (Cry, cry, no more laughter) I should be happy (Oh, why did he go) Since he left my life's so empty Though I try to forget it just can't b

I was born and raised down in Alabama On a farm way back up in the woods I was so raggedy, folks used call me, "Patches" Papa used to tease me 'bout it Of course deep down inside he was hurt 'Cause he'd done all he could My papa was a great ol'

O-o-h child, things are gonna get easier O-o-h child, things'll get brighter O-o-h child, things are gonna get easier O-o-h child, things'll get brighter Someday, yeah We'll put it together, and we'll get it all done Someday when your head is much li

She ain't got no money Her clothes are kinda funny Her hair is kinda wild and free Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes And nobody knows like me She talks kinda lazy And people say she's crazy And her life's a mystery Oh, but love grows where my