Saloon

Saloon - Max Morath

Lyricist：George Whiting

Composer：R. Llab

I've been looking through the dictionary

For a word that's always running through my mind

Know I love the name of the brother

I'm searching for another

And I must confess this word

I cannot find

Can it be that all it's glory is

Are forgotten

And it's buried in the language

Of the greek

If it is twill ever linger in my memory

As the first words that I heard my daddy speak

Saloon

Saloon

Saloon

It want's through my brain

I can do

I don't like can face

I have cambrace

But mention saloon

My carries fadeway

It brings back a fun recollestion

All above alone

Don't sellen room

With the bird at the real

And the time

And the peal

Saloon

Saloon

Saloon