You Comb Her Hair

You Comb Her Hair - George Jones (乔治·琼斯)

I know that you wonder

Who I dream about

And if I met someone

Who thrills me so

Well I've finally met a girl

Who turns me inside out

I'll tell you about her for

You ought to know

You comb her hair every mornin'

And make sure she's dressed just right

You comb her hair every mornin'

And put her to bed every night

When she's around me

Sometimes I can hardly speak

I stammer and I walk right into doors

And just to hold her hand in mine

Makes me feel weak

Oh you know her heart

She is a friend of yours

You comb her hair every mornin'

And make sure she's dressed just right

You comb her hair every mornin'

And put her to bed every night