Ain't nothing so precious as a first born child What to call their little angel, they wondered for awhile Your dear mama Violet and your proud daddy Dale I know when they named ya, they surely meant well, but Vidalia, Vidalia Girl, won't you tell me why Sweet Vidalia You always gotta make me cry I never paid no attention to a girl before Till the day I saw you standin' in the Sunday school door One boy sorta snickered when the roll was read Till you laid the word of God up 'side of his head Vidalia, Vidalia Girl, won't you tell me why Sweet Vidalia You always gotta make me cry When I try to get too close Seems like we've always been almost Just one step or two away from true love Well, I love the way you walk, I love the way you kiss I love to get away with you alone like this If I could just mention just one little thing Vidalia would ya stop livin' up to your name Vidalia, Vidalia Girl, won't you tell me why Sweet Vidalia You always gotta make me cry Vidalia Girl, won't you tell me why Sweet Vidalia You always gotta make me cry You always gotta make me cry You always gotta make me cry You always gotta make me cry © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; WB MUSIC CORP.; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com