Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
Play A Card Game
Play a card game,
When it's mistin'
If it looks like rain or not.
Then if you can
Just quit kissin',
Hold the hand you like a lot.
Dancin' down at the local night spot,
Spirits high with a little gin.
Five to two, it's twice as easy,
Hope my mom will let me in.
Too bad you missed your sister's wedding,
Gittin' crazy at the bar,
We kept singin' those homesick blues,
To the magic of your guitar.
Days of old were set aside,
We stand back and take a look,
At memories saved and certified
In a little sing-along book.
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