The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...

I'm a country boy
Through and through...

Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...

My dad is german chocolate
My mom red velvet cake...

A good painter knows his colors
Knows them inside and out...

Eye to eye
Voice to voice...

Don't say I talk funny
Or call me a name...

Is a wilted rose
Like a broken heart...

May this holiday season
Be full of pure bliss...

A million and one stars could never do justice
Nor a forever and a day watereddown rainbow...

It's the loneliest feeling in the World
I wouldn't wish it on no one...

Oh how you linger on my tongue
Like honey on a watermelon vine...