Words and Music by Bob Flick-dick Foley-Mike. Kirkland/John Paine. . This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and. He's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'.
Farewell, my Tani,. Child of a coral sea. We dreamed of heaven,. But you've forgotten me. . I loved you dearly,. Why did we have to part?. Now I am lonely,. Here with a broken heart. . Once
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road. Out of your dust Bowl and Westward we rolled. Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold. . I