Texty:
Prine John In Person On Stage

Oh, the glory of true love Is a wild and precious thing It don't grow on old magnolias Or only blossom in the spring No, the glory of true love Is it

going high, high, up on some lonesome hill I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Look down on Bear Creek where my good gal used to live Way up on

Like a honey bee buzzin' 'round a glass of sweet Chablis Radio's on, windows rolled up and my mind's rolled down Headlights shining like silver moon's rollin' on