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OH! BETTYE JEAN
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
CHORUS A: how it must hurt.
gotta be hard.
oh! Bettye Jean,
oh! Bettye Jean.
climbin' up mountains
makes one tired.
oh! Bettye Jean,
oh! Bettye Jean.
I. your hands are bleeding
from cliffs that you scale.
you find that you can't
put your feelings in jail.
you wake up cryin'
it's not the right trail.
they say, "why try?
you're just a female."
so you quit
before you can fail.
/// REPEAT CHORUS A ///
II. I'll follow
wherever you lead:
through mountains and snow
where Hannibal skied;
through the shadows of valleys
of death where I plead,
"these mountains and valleys
are not what I need."
but I want
to see you succeed.
/// REPEAT CHORUS A ///
III. of all the mountains,
not many remain.
is there one
has your kind of terrain?
or is this life
just a futile campaign?
I recall
when I move to complain:
it's you
who feels the most pain.
CHORUS B: but you're gonna win,
win this game.
oh! Bettye Jean,
oh! Bettye Jean.
down in the fields,
the sheep will exclaim:
oh! Bettye Jean,
oh! Bettye Jean.
ENDING: oh! Bettye Jean.
oh! Bettye Jean.
oh! Bettye Jean.
oh! Bettye Jean.
oh! Bettye Jean.
oh! Bettye Jean.
© Copyright 1982 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
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