Katy Cline

Well, now, who does not know Katy Cline?
She lives at the foot of the hill,
By the shady nook of some old babblin' brook,
And down by her dear old pappy's mill.

Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline;
Tell me that your heart is true as mine;
Tell me that you love your only turtle dove;
Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline.

Well, I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad;
Well, you know I've got troubles on my mind;
I'm goin' down the road to see the one I love;
She goes by the name of Katy Cline.

Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline;
Tell me that your heart is true as mine;
Tell me that you love your only turtle dove;
Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline.

(Instrumental bridge)

If'n I was a little bird,
I'd never build my nest on the ground;
Well, I'd build it up in some tall yonder tree,
Where them wild boys couldn't tear it down.

Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline;
Tell me that your heart is true as mine;
Oh, tell me that you love your only turtle dove;
Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline.

Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline;
Tell me that your heart is true as mine;
Oh, tell me that you love your only turtle dove;
Tell me that you love me, Katy Cline.