DUSTY SPRINGFIELD - Natchez Trace lyrics

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(Neil Goldberg / Gil Slavin)

Oh, ho

He rode into Virginia

Rollin' thunder, ridin' high

I was servin' table

Waitin' for that ride

My arms around his body

Well, we rode a thousand miles

He taught me how to love

He taught me how to fly, oh, ho, my

Hungry together

Racin' the weather

Into the Natchez Trace

Warmin' and feedin' him

All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And I had his child in Memphis

And we watched him ride away

And now you know what a girl like me

Is doin' here today

I'm sorry mister, you can't stay

Hungry together

Racin' the weather

Into the Natchez Trace

Warmin' and feedin' him

All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And when the piper gets to play

Somebody's got to pay

And now you know what a girl like me

Is doin' here today

Oh, I'm sorry mister, you can't stay

I'm sorry mister, you can't stay

Hungry together

Racin' the weather

Into the Natchez Trace

Warmin' and feedin' him

All the way to Cumberland, oh

When the piper gets to play

Somebody's got to pay

And now you know what a girl like me

Is doin' here today

Oh, I'm sorry mister, you can't stay

I'm sorry mister, you can't stay, oh, ho, ho, ho

Sorry mister, you can't stay

Sorry mister, you can't stay, no

Sorry mister, you can't stay, oh, ho, ho, ho

Sorry mister, you can't stay

Sorry mister, you can't stay, no

Sorry mister, you can't stay, oh

Sorry mister, sorry mister