Lavender Lane

(Pat Robinson, Ron Coleman, Rocky Burnette)



Some folk say she was the prettiest girl in high school
Some'll say her daddy was to blame
All the boys would attend when she taught high school
All the women hate the mention of her name

CHORUS
Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane
Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane
Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane
Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane

Small town talk is her daddy loved the whiskey
Put her mother in an early grave
No one really knows the way it happened
But everybody's talkin' just the same

CHORUS

One summer she left and didn't come home 'til Christmas
Since that time she hasn't been the same
She spends her time pickin' flowers in the meadow
Says she can't recall a single thing

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