Golden Comb

I took you down to a river side

With a picnic basket and a box of wine.

You said, "My love, this ain't no fun.

Treat me like a lady, not a simpleton."

Well I tried, I tried,

To keep you satisfied.

Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.

Some day you may find

A rich man who will buy

A golden comb to tame your wild hair.

Went to town,

And I thought we might

Have a quiet stroll under street lights.

You said, "My love, this ain't no good.

You're as romantic as a knot on wood."

Well I tried, and I tried,

To keep you satisfied.

Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.

Some day you may find

A rich man who will buy

A golden comb to tame your wild hair.

Keep your ribbons tied,

Straighten up your bows.

Keep your head held high,

Powder on your nose.

Well I tried, and I tried,

To keep you satisfied.

Give my heart, but you don't seem to care.

Some day you may find

A rich man who will buy

A golden comb to tame your wild hair.

A golden comb to tame your wild hair!