Laila, Laila, Laila, Laila, LaiLaila, Laila, Laila, Laila, Lai
So one of these nights and about twelve o'clockThis old world's going to reel and rockSaints will tremble and cry for pain
What about sunriseWhat about rainWhat about all the thingsThat you said we were to gain...What about killing fieldsIs there a time
You and me We used to be together Every day together, always
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go Where did you come from cotton-eye joe
