You Comb Her Hair
By George Jones---(1963)
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I know that you're wondering who I dream about
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And if I've met someone who thrills me so.
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Well, I finally met a girl who turns me inside out.
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I'll tell you 'bout her, for you ought to know.
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You comb her hair every morning
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And make sure she's dressed just right.
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You comb her hair every morning
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And put her to bed every night.
When she's around me, sometimes I can hardly speak.
I stammer and I act just like a fool.
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak.
You know her, honey. Don't you know it's you?
You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she's dressed just right.
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night.
You comb her hair every morning.