Текст песни
The big bee sucks the blossom, i m too young to marry
the big bee sucks the blossom
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry
We never do look sour, take me back to tulsa
you see that girl with the red dress on
We never do look sour, i m too young to marry, stoled my heart away from me
Take me back to tulsa, playing music by the hour Take, i m too young to marry
I m too young to marry, some folks call her dinah, take me back to tulsa
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry
Poor man throws the cotton, take me back to tulsa
take me back to tulsa
i m too young to marry
We travel all over this country wide, i m too young to marry Back, we travel all over this country wide
I m too young to marry, take me back to tulsa Wheel, take me back to tulsa
Way down in louisiana, and i ll walk down to greenwood Back, way down in louisiana
Some folks call her dinah, and i ll walk down to greenwood Me, we travel all over this country wide
Always wear this great big smile, take me back to tulsa
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry, take me back to tulsa
We never do look sour, and the rich man makes the money
I m too young to marry, we travel all over this country wide
Poor man throws the cotton, and i ll walk down to greenwood, i m too young to marry
stoled my heart away from me
Take me back to tulsa, way down in louisiana Tulsa, and i ll walk down to greenwood
i m too young to marry
Take me back to tulsa, stoled my heart away from me
i m too young to marry
i m too young to marry
I m too young to marry, take me back to tulsa Asleep, i m too young to marry
I m too young to marry, take me back to tulsa Asleep, you see that girl with the red dress on
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry
Take me back to tulsa, we travel all over this country wide, take me back to tulsa
We never do look sour, take me back to tulsa
Take me back to tulsa, playing music by the hour
Take me back to tulsa, take me back to tulsa Back, i m too young to marry
I m too young to marry, i m too young to marry
Take me back to tulsa, take me back to tulsa
And the little bee makes the honey, way down in louisiana, take me back to tulsa
and i ll walk down to greenwood
always wear this great big smile
and the rich man makes the money