Jim Reeves

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low And you can tell your friend there with you, he’ll have to go Whisper to me, tell me, do you love me true Or is he holding…

There’s a blizzard coming on, how i’m wishing i was home For my pony’s lame, and he can hardly stand Listen to that norther sigh, if we don’t get home we’ll die But, it’s only seven miles to mary ann It’s only seven miles to mary ann You can bet we’re on her mind, for…