Golden Comb

(альбом: Wilderness - 2011)

I took you down to a river side
With a picnic basket and a box of wine.
You said, "My love, this ain't no fun.
Treat me like a lady, not a simpleton."

Well I tried, I tried,
To keep you satisfied.
Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.
Some day you may find
A rich man who will buy
A golden comb to tame your wild hair.

Went to town,
And I thought we might
Have a quiet stroll under street lights.
You said, "My love, this ain't no good.
You're as romantic as a knot on wood."

Well I tried, and I tried,
To keep you satisfied.
Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.
Some day you may find
A rich man who will buy
A golden comb to tame your wild hair.

Keep your ribbons tied,
Straighten up your bows.

Keep your head held high,
Powder on your nose.

Well I tried, and I tried,
To keep you satisfied.
Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.
Some day you may find
A rich man who will buy
A golden comb to tame your wild hair.
A golden comb to tame your wild hair!