If I had a train,
It would look like you,
And I’d drive that train,
To Kalamazoo.
And if I had a bus,
I’d ride it on,
And I’d love that bus,
Like she was my very own.
And if I had two dollars,
I’d get me a room,
And I’d invite you up,
And we’d shoot out the moon.
But if I had ten,
I’d get me a ring,
And I’d put it on your finger,
In the early spring.
But the mist don’t fall,
Far from the mountain,
And birds don’t fly,
Upside down.
And the corn don’t grow,
On the hillside,
Best leave well enough alone. – Sinz and Sane