—Merle Travis, 1947
Verse 1:
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, from front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun, well I'm a son of a gun
If she don't make my five o'clock shadow come around at one.
You can bet your boots I'd walked a mile, through the snow
Just to see her tooth brushed smile they mentioned on the radio
If you don't think she's lot of fun just ask a man that owns one
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.
Verse 2:
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's for me
She's just like a money-back guarantee
Like a barfly goes for drink, like the bobbysocks go for Frank
And just like Jesse James, would go for money in the bank.
From head to foot she's a perfect size, she's a whiz
Always wears a forty-five, gun that is
She's got the looks that's so impressin'
She's got the pause that's so refreshin'
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.
Tag
She's done told me I'm top hand
Won't be long till she wears my band
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
Verse:
I | II7 | V7 | I |
III7 – VIm | III7 – VIm | V | II7 – V7 |
I | II7 | V7 | V7 – III7 |
I | II7 | I | V – I |
Tag:
I | II7 | I | V – I |