Songtexte
Kathy
never
would
wear
britches
Kathy
never
would
wear
shoes
She's
the
kinda
girl,
likes
some
dust
between
her
toes
Since
she
never
gets
the
blues
Met
her
on
a
Sunday
at
the
county
fair
With
a
first
place
ribbon
in
her
hair
Oh,
Kathy
never
did
like
preachers
Didn't
like
to
tell
the
truth
Caught
my
eye,
no
she
was
not
shy
I
was
a'walking
by
the
kissing
booth
Met
her
on
a
Sunday
at
the
county
fair
With
a
first
place
ribbon
in
her
hair
(What'd
you
get
that
ribbon
for,
Kathy?)
Oh
Kathy
never
would
be
bridled
Wouldn't
ever
settle
down
Broke
my
heart,
and
I
bawl
and
cry
Every
time
the
fair's
in
town
Met
her
on
a
Sunday
at
the
county
fair
With
a
first
place
ribbon
in
her
hair
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