Тексты песни «Knoxville Girl»

I met a girl in Knoxville a town we all know well, and every Sunday evenin' out in her home I'd dwell. We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town, I picked a stick up off the ground, and knocked that fair...

I met a little girl in Knoxville down beyond the well And every Sunday evenin out in her home I dwelled We went to take an evenin walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair...

I met a little girl in Knoxville the town we all know well And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that...

I met her at a WALMART She was tryin' to find a spare part And I thought I could help find it She said she just moved into town With a smile that turned into a frown And she grabbed my hand and held on too tight...

I met a little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well and every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell we went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and beat that fair...

I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every sunday evening In her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground And I knocked that fair...

I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every sunday evening In her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground And I knocked that fair...

I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground And I knocked that...

I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every sunday evening In her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground And I knocked that fair...

KNOXVILLE GIRL The fog rolls in the morning I can hardly find my way Home to where the heart is tThe words can't begin to say Enough about the gentle way You always take me in Long and narrow winding road's Got to take...

The fog rolls in the morning And I can hardly find my way Home to where the heart is That words can't begin to say Enough about the gentle way You always take me in The long and narrow one way roads Got to take me home...

I met a little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I thought of how she cheated me so I knocked that fair...

[ Wilburn Bros ] I met a little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I thought of how she cheated me so I...