Из альбома: Barbara Cook at the Met with Special Guests
There's a sweet singing lady down in Tennessee
I mean Nashville, Tennessee
Everyone down in Dixie loves her harmony;
I mean craves her harmony
All the darktown preachers and the Bible teachers
Say they're losing all their trade
Cause the good church people all desert the steeple
When she starts to serenade
Oh, you won't find a body what is feeling blue
Down in Nashville, Tennesse
Cause when they get that way,
They run to her and say
Nashville Nightingale,
Sing a little tune for me
Croon for me
Nashville Nightingale,
Gimme some of this:
Voh doh dee oh dee oh, voh doh dee oh dee oh
Nashville Nightingale,
Up and down the scale for me,
Wail for me;
Nightingale, don't fail;
Fill my heart with bliss
When you sing, voh dee oh doh dee oh voh doh dee oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, baby how you thrill me!
Voh dee oh doh dee oh voh doh dee oh,
Dark town tetrazini how you kill me!
Neath the Swannee moon,
Sing a little tune for me,
Croon for me
Voh dee oh dee oh, the Nashville Nightingale!
Voh dee oh dee oh, the Nashville Nightingale!