Heading to the West from the Big Woods of Wisconsin, Ma was singing while Pa was whistling
I was crocheting and I laid my back
Packed my dolls and sweater and Carrie's little truck

On the way on the national road
I saw a boy in a plaid shirt with his shoulders broad
He smiled at me and I nod my head
But Pa said, "Hush my dear, you're only twelve".


Why does it's got to be like this?
I can't love somebody else
Boy, you're the only one I want
When I'm with you, I feel perfectly fine
Thy will be done, but you're...