Lavender Lane Songtext

Lavender Lane (Pat Robinson, Ron Coleman, Rocky Burnette) Some folk say she was the prettiest girl in high school Some'll say her daddy was to blame All the boys would attend when she taught high school All the women hate the mention of her name CHORUS Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane Pretty blue, blue, blue lavender lane Small town talk is her daddy loved the whiskey Put her mother in an early grave No one really knows the way it happened But everybody's talkin' just the same CHORUS One summer she left and didn't come home 'til Christmas Since that time she hasn't been the same She spends her time pickin' flowers in the meadow Says she can't recall a single thing