
MY SUNSHINE
I guess you'd say that I once was
A "tom-boy" in my youth
Because I'd sooner set rabbit snares
And read about Babe Ruth;
Than play dolls with my sisters
And dress up in Mommy's shoes
When Gene Autry hit the screen
That was the greatest news!
He made my days & my nights
He had so many songs
"You Are My Sunshine"
I always sang right along;
Gene was born in Texas
1907 was the year
In his saddle on "Champion"
Oh, nothing could compare!
Schooled out in Oklahoma
Then wed in 1932
He made 100 Westerns
Had his own TV show too;
He was a singing cowboy
A country western star
He almost loved baseball
As much as his first guitar.
He was ranked just one
Of the 400 richest men
But still he mainly loved
To play guitar and sing;
Wearing his white cowboy hat
He yodeled into my heart
And when he died in '98
He tore my world apart.
"You were my sunshine
My only sunshine
You made me happy
When skies were grey...
You'll never know, Gene
How much I loved you
Please don't take
My sunshine away."
I guess you'd say that I once was
A "tom-boy" in my youth
Because I'd sooner set rabbit snares
And read about Babe Ruth;
Than play dolls with my sisters
And dress up in Mommy's shoes
When Gene Autry hit the screen
That was the greatest news!
He made my days & my nights
He had so many songs
"You Are My Sunshine"
I always sang right along;
Gene was born in Texas
1907 was the year
In his saddle on "Champion"
Oh, nothing could compare!
Schooled out in Oklahoma
Then wed in 1932
He made 100 Westerns
Had his own TV show too;
He was a singing cowboy
A country western star
He almost loved baseball
As much as his first guitar.
He was ranked just one
Of the 400 richest men
But still he mainly loved
To play guitar and sing;
Wearing his white cowboy hat
He yodeled into my heart
And when he died in '98
He tore my world apart.
"You were my sunshine
My only sunshine
You made me happy
When skies were grey...
You'll never know, Gene
How much I loved you
Please don't take
My sunshine away."
He's "Back In the Saddle Again".........

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