Katy Cline

Well now, who does not know Katy Cline
She lives at the foot of the hill
By the shady nook of some old babbling brook
That runs by her dear old father’s mill
Tell me that you love me Katy Cline
Tell me that your love’s as true as mine
Tell me that you love your own turtle dove
Tell me that you love me Katy Cline
Well, I’m goin' down the road feelin' bad
Well, you know I’ve got troubles on my mind
I’m goin' down the road to see the one I love
She goes by the name of Katy Cline
It’s way from my little cabin door
Oh it’s way from my little cabin home
There’s no one to weep and there’s no one to mourn
And there’s no one to see Katy Cline
Tell me that you love me Katy Cline
Tell me that your heart’s as true as mine
Tell me that you love your own turtle dove
Tell me that you love me Katy Cline
If I was a little bird
I’d never build my nest on the ground
I’d build my nest in some high yonder tree
Where the wild boys couldn’t tear it down