Curly joe

I was born out in the country but to the city I did go
I fell in love with a dashing stranger at first his name I did not know
I met him in the park one evening as the sun was sinking low

When I asked him what they call him he smiled and said I'm Curley Joe
Yes his hair was dark and curly and his eyes were all aglow
In my dreams I'm always strolling hand in hand with Curley Joe

[ steel - guitar ]

My daddy said we could not marry mother said I could not go

Now all that's left are dreams and mem'ries of my darling Curley Joe

Yes his hair was dark and curly...