文本歌词

You Comb Her Hair - George Jones (乔治·琼斯)
I know that you wonder
Who I dream about
And if I met someone
Who thrills me so
Well I've finally met a girl
Who turns me inside out
I'll tell you about her for
You ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
And put her to bed every night
When she's around me
Sometimes I can hardly speak
I stammer and I walk right into doors
And just to hold her hand in mine
Makes me feel weak
Oh you know her heart
She is a friend of yours
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
And put her to bed every night