Bobbie Gentry

I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE, A GIRL (guy) WITH A PIN TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR ALL YOUR TROUBLE, I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN, I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU KISS A

La la la la la Ooh hey hey hey La la la la la Every year about this time the local gentry Have a meeting in Chickasaw land They all come to judge each and every entry That wants to try out for the Okolona band All the way from the Kosciusko Up from B

I lost at love before, Got mad and closed the door. But you said try just once more. I chose you for the one, Now I'm having so much fun. You treated me so kind, I'm about to lose my mind. You made me so very happy, I'm so glad you came into my life.

Hey, my good man Won'tcha come here and see about me? I can hear the angels singing I believe I'm about to be free Billy called the doctor He said I'm sorry but you don't need me You better touch em with love Touch 'em with lo-love Touch 'em with lov

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There ain't much time to say goodbye But let me try while we have a last cup of coffee The love you need I couldn't give The life I lead you wouldn't want to live Believe me So ride me to the station and I'll be on my way There's a greyhound goin' so

Ode To Billie Joe Written and recorded by Bobbie Gentry G Dm G It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day Dm G I was out chopping cotton and my brother was a bailing hay C At dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat G D

M I double S I double S I double P I M I double S I double S I double P I Right in the middle of the cotton belt Down in the Mississippi Delta Wearin' last years possum belt Smack dab in the Mississippi Delta Have me a little that Johnny cake A littl

I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we were hard pressed Then Mama spent every last

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If the ground were to freeze Underneath my feet In the summertime I wouldn't be surprised If the rain from the skies Should put out my eyes And make me blind I wouldn't be surprised 'Cause nothing surprises me Ever since you said to me Good bye You s