Anna
Lee
Won't you say hello to Miss
Anna Lee for me.
Tell her I'd really like
to meet her on Sunday.
With grease all in my
hair,
I could meet her at the
square,
In front of the fountain
at 12:30.
And I would bring her a
big bouquet of flowers.
And I would drive us
around in my pick-up.
There ain't no man
around gonna have a day like me,
When I'm together with
Miss Anna Lee.
Miss Anna Lee can't meet you
on Sunday.
There's a man come to
see her from the city.
They say he's young and
lean,
And his eyes have got a
gleam,
That caught the fancy of
Miss Anna.
Well, there ain't no one
who can love her as much as I do.
And I'll prove it to you
all in a showdown.
Won't you all gather
'round, when I take this stranger
down,
In front of the eyes of
Miss Anna.
Now, the city boy had a nice
suit on,
And he drove Miss Anna
Lee in a big car.
He puffed his chest up
huge,
Thinking "What do I got
to lose,
Against a scrawny,
little country boy like this?"
But the country boy's
heart was the truer.
And he tossed that city
boy into the sewer.
He got down on his
knees, in front of Miss Anna Lee, and
said,
"Won't you meet me on
Sunday?
Won't you, please, Miss
Anna Lee?"
