Letras
The hills of White Butte country
Are a pleasant sight to see
But the girls in White Butte country
Got the same grandpa as me
So I split for Silver City
With my eye on Bridget Blue
But the boys in Silver City
Had their eyes on Bridget too
I was born in White Butte country
Where the hills are made of clay
I lived my life without a wife
And expect to die that way
If I was one lone sparrow
Nestled in one lone tree
I'd make my flight into the light
And contented I would be
'Cause I got no letters in the box
No ringing on the telephone
No reason to keep living in
My White Butte country home
I was born in White Butte country
Where the hills are made of clay
I lived my life without a wife
And expect to die that way
I was born in White Butte country
Where the hills are made of clay
I lived my life without a wife
And expect to die that way