| I’m coming |
| I’m coming |
| My head is hanging |
| Low |
| I hear the angels voices |
| Singing, «Old Black Joe» |
| Don’t fence me in |
| Don’t fence me in |
| Don’t fence me in |
| Don’t fence me in |
| Don’t fence me in |
| Don’t fence me in |
| You ain’t nothing but a hound dog |
| Crying all the time |
| You ain’t nothing but a hound dog |
| Crying all the time |
| Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit |
| And you ain’t no friend of mine |
| Well, they said you was high-classed |
| That was just a lie |
| They said you was high-classed |
| That was just a lie |
| Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit |
| And you ain’t no friend of mine |
| Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you something |
| I think you’ll understand |
| When I’ll say that something |
| I wanna hold your hand |
| I wanna hold your hand |
| I wanna hold your |
| Eugh! |
| Baby’s good to me, you know |
| She’s happy as can be, you know |
| She said so |
| I’m in love with her and I feel fine |
| Go ahead now, na na na na na na |
| Got a good reason |
| For taking the easy way out |
| Got a good reason. na na na na na na na |
| For taking the easy way out, now |
| She was a day tripper |
| A Sunday driver, yeah |
| It took me so long |
| To find out, I found out |
| She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| You say hello, and I say goodbye |
| Boioioioioing! |