Mother Hubbards Shoe

Pretty lady, you’ve got nothing to fear
What would you do if I was to say
Just take the wheel, and steer
And I will find us the way?

Would she kiss, the lights of the hills?
Will she roll, like the hills?

Pretty lady, do you hear, your name, they cheer?
You’re taking me down to your operate
Miss Hubbard’s shoe is near
We’ll drink whiskey on sunny days and never leave the room

Would she kiss, the lights of the hills?
Will she roll, like the hills?

Would she kiss, the lights of the hills?
Will she roll, like the hills?

Would she kiss, the lights of the hills?
Will she roll, like the hills?