Daddy's Gonna Treat You Right

Don’t you cry honey
Let’s go into town tonight
Sunday ain’t till tomorrow
And daddy’s gonna treat you right
Dry your tears, come over here
Wipe away that frown
If you wanna see the sights
And dig all the bright lights
After the sun goes down
Now you wear your best red satin dress
Oh your lips so proud
Well Lord have mercy
Ah shut my mouth
You make me want to laugh out loud
Mama pack three ham sandwiches for me
Send me on my way
I stepped on that Greyhound bus
A week from last Saturday