歌词
Snared about her winsome glance
And mad about the town
Kicking heels has lost its charm
And every boy's a clown
Leave a trail of dusted boots
And choose a toe cap then
Or kiss me here or kick me there
Lovers won't be friends
I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed and you are the road
You were a man (you were a man) and I'm alone
Sally, was a daisy chain and Sally, was a rock
Sally, let her hair hang low and Sally, wore a frock
Someone saw a local boy crawl along the shore
Well, must be someone's son they thought and should've thought some more
I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed and you are the road
You're a man (you were a man), I'm alone
Sally, saw the boy come near right beneath the sun
Breathing hard and cockle proud and Sally's heart was won
Not a boy she knew at first, not a face she'd seen
Or whispered through her ready lips, "I'll be the best I've been"
I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed and you are the road
You're a man (you were a man), I'm alone
And I scorched his fingers in her face
Scrubby mitts, saving grace
Coughed a liver, winked to die
Why don't you lie?
Several gloves and half-cocked eyes
Bring nature to their deviled lives
Win some misses wanting lads
Aging in their passing fads
Leave a trail of dusted boots
And choose a toe cap then
Kiss me here or kick me there
And lovers might be friends
I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed, you are the road
You're a man (you were a man), alone
