(James Hooker)



If I came back to the land of cotton

Would you love just me?

Old loves lost are ne'er forgotten

That's the way it's supposed to be



Are you short or are you long?

Are you easy to see

Are you weak or are you strong?

Makes no never to me



All the ballerina sees when her world's on fire,

Is where she puts her feet

And if she burns her toes, she'll just jump higher

Never skip a beat



I've been good most of the time

Since you last saw me

You come 'cross my mind from time to time

Now look at me



I'm standing at your door

With my heart in your hands

Ain't you gonna ask me in?

If you say "no," I'll understand dear 

And never come south again



If I came back to the land of cotton

Would you love just me?

Old loves lost are ne'er forgotten

That's the way it's supposed to be