Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard: Draw my bath water, sweep my yard. Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for my journey now.
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Sweep My Yard
Johnny Cash :: Like The 309 Lyrics
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