Fly Around, My Pretty Little Miss (Traditional) David Hubbard

Fly Around, My Pretty Little Miss (Traditional)

Well, I love to see my pretty little gal standing at the door

Stockings in her little hand and bare feet on the floor

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy

Now, when I was a little-bitty boy, sixteen inches high

I used to hug and kiss them gals until their mommas cried

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy

Oh, coffee groves, and white oak trees, and rivers flow with brandy

And when I kiss my own true love, my tongue’s as sweet as candy

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy