| Now, let me take you to the movies, Magg, so I can hold your hand
|
| Oh, it ain’t that I don’t like your house, it’s just that doggone man
|
| And that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know
|
| Oh, climb upon old Becky’s back and let’s ride to the picture show
|
| I only see her once a week and it’s when my work is through
|
| I break new ground the whole week long but my mind’s set straight on you
|
| And I polished up my old horse Beck, and she looks good, I know
|
| So climb upon old Becky’s back and let’s ride to the picture show
|
| Now won’t you let me take you to the show so I can hold your hand
|
| Oh, it ain’t that I don’t like your house, it’s just that doggone man
|
| And that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know
|
| So climb upon old Becky’s back and let’s ride to the picture show
|
| Well, I break new ground all week long with my mind’s set straight on you
|
| And every time I try to smile, my heart it breaks in two
|
| I slick myself for Saturday night cause there’s one thing I know
|
| I’m gonna take my Maggie dear to the western picture show
|
| Now won’t you let me take you to the show so I can hold your hand
|
| And it ain’t that I don’t like your house, it’s just that doggone man
|
| And that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know
|
| So climb upon old Becky’s back and let’s ride to the picture show |