Colorado Trail; Spanish Is a Loving Tongue; From Here on Up; Texas Girls; Swarthmore Girls; We Pity Our Boss's Five; The Scabs Crawl In

Eyes like the morning star
Cheeks like the rose
Laura was a pretty girl
God almighty knows
Weep all ye little rains
Wail, winds, wail
All along, along, along
The Colorado Trail

Spanish is a loving tongue
Soft as music, light as rain
'Twas a girl I learned it from
Living down sonora way
I don't look much like a lover
Still I say her love words over
Oft times when the night is young
Mi amor, mi corazón

From here on up the hills don't get any higher
From here on up the hills don't get any higher
From here on up the hills don't get any higher
But the valleys get deeper and deeper

Ooh, you can give Mary your whirl
If you got some cash in your purse
But don't marry no one but a Texas gal
'Cause no matter what happens, she's seen worse

Swarthmore girls are free from sin
Drink no whiskey, beer or gin
But a few with morals loose
Sit and sip tomato juice

We pity our bosses five
We pity our bosses five
A thousand a week is all they get
How can they stay alive
We pity the bosses son
We pity the bosses son
He rides around in a cadillac
That lousy son of a gun

The scabs crawl in
The scabs crawl out
They crawl in under and all about