Текст песни School Days - Johnny Mercer
                                                Nothing 
                                                to 
                                                do, 
                                                Nellie 
                                                Darling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                to 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let's 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                trip 
                                                on 
                                                memory's 
                                                ship
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bygone 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sail 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                village 
                                                school 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Anchor 
                                                outside 
                                                the 
                                                school 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                see, 
                                                there's 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                there's 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                couple 
                                                of 
                                                kids 
                                                once 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                School 
                                                days, 
                                                school 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                old 
                                                golden 
                                                rule 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Readin' 
                                                and 
                                                'ritin' 
                                                and 
                                                'rithmetic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Taught 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                tune 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                hickory 
                                                stick
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                were 
                                                my 
                                                queen 
                                                in 
                                                calico
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                your 
                                                bashful 
                                                barefoot 
                                                beau
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                wrote 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                slate, 
                                                "I 
                                                love 
                                                you, 
                                                Joe"
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                couple 
                                                of 
                                                kids
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Member 
                                                the 
                                                hill, 
                                                Nellie 
                                                Darling
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                oak 
                                                tree 
                                                that 
                                                grew 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                brow
 
                                    
                                
                                                They've 
                                                built 
                                                forty 
                                                storeys 
                                                upon 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                oak's 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                chestnut 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Member 
                                                the 
                                                meadows 
                                                so 
                                                green, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                fragrant 
                                                with 
                                                clover 
                                                and 
                                                maize
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                new 
                                                city 
                                                lots 
                                                and 
                                                preferred 
                                                bus'ness 
                                                plots
 
                                    
                                
                                                They've 
                                                cut 
                                                them 
                                                up 
                                                since 
                                                those 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                School 
                                                days, 
                                                school 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                old 
                                                golden 
                                                rule 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Readin' 
                                                and 
                                                'ritin' 
                                                and 
                                                'rithmetic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Taught 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                tune 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                hickory 
                                                stick
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                were 
                                                my 
                                                queen 
                                                in 
                                                calico
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                your 
                                                bashful 
                                                barefoot 
                                                beau
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                wrote 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                slate, 
                                                "I 
                                                love 
                                                you, 
                                                Joe"
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                couple 
                                                of 
                                                kids
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Someone's in the Kitchen With Dinah
2 The Tailgate Ramble
3 It Ain't Necessarily So
4 Camptown Races
5 Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch
6 By the River St. Marie
7 He Should'a Flip'd When He Flop'd
8 Any Place I Hang My Hat Is Home
9 The Object of My Affection
10 Sunbonnet Sue
11 Indiana
12 Baby I'm True to You
13 Minding My Business
14 Sweet Georgia Brown
15 When the Bloom Is on the Sage
16 Tuscaloosa Bus
17 Possum Song
18 It Takes Time
19 Tallahassee
20 Cecilia
21 Box Car Blues
22 Country Boy Blues
23 Don't Take Your Meanness Out on Me
24 School Days
25 Why Should I Cry Over You
26 The Freedom Train
27 That's the Way He Does It
28 Never Make Eyes (At the Gal With the Guys Who Are Bigger Than You)
29 I've Been Hit
30 The Peanut Vendor
31 The Hills of California
32 Limehouse Blues
33 Would Ya?
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