The floor creaks, The door squeaks, There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom, And I set by myself Like a cobweb on a shelf, By myself in a lonely room. But when there's a moon in my winder And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed, Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head. And all the things that I wish fer Turn out like I want them to be, And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand Who thinks he is better'n me, And the girl I want Ain't afraid of my arms, And her own soft arms keep me warm. And her long, yeller hair Falls across my face Jist like the rain in a storm... The floor creaks, The door squeaks, And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom. And the sun flicks my eyes- It was all a pack o' lies! I'm awake in a lonely room.
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