Rosalee you little country thang
 Sure ‘nuff know, how to make me smile
 You like the jangle, of my tambourine
 Won’t you stay a little while

 Rosalee, sugar sweet
 How I’d like to make you mine
 I’d take you down, to the county seat
 You could take my name anytime
 Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high x4

 Have mercy on a day dreamin’ man
 My boots aint dry from the flood
 Gave you my word, to do the best that I can
 I understand this bird in hand, is better than two in the bush

 Who do I see but miss Rosalee
 Sure a site for sore eyes
 I like the things she says to me
 In a voice as soft as twilight

 [bad word] 
 And it’s all down hill, to the beach from here, Lonely
 I’ve got something here to share, Only

 Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high X4

 Rosalee you little county thang
 Sure ‘nuff know, how to make me smile
 You like the jangle, of my tambourine
 Won’t you stay a little while

 Rosalee, Rosalee