You've got me All tied up to the whipping tree. But, oh, my friend, I'm just glad to be in love again. My dear, its queer. I know low and I know fear, If its real, I feel I'm not a man enough to handle it still, oh.
You've got me All tied up to the whipping tree. But, oh, my friend, I'm just glad to be in love again. My dear, its queer. I know low and I know fear, If its real, I feel I'm not a man enough to handle it still, oh.