Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King. Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King I'm in love with that woman. I ain't afraid to call her name Lord
Take a walk down memory lane with me. Past a watermelon stand on the way. Thinking I had everything we'd need on. Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late, how could I forget. What you said the part
Now the swan it floated on the English river. Ah, the rose of high romance, it opened wide. A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer. And the judges watched us from the other side I told my