My Pretty Daughter
Miller:
My little daughter (Others: Hm, hm)
My pretty daughter (Hm, hm)
My little daughter, my pretty daughter (Hm, hm, Hm)
Well, I’m not sure just what you’ve heard
And I don’t know what you’ve been told
But at the risk of sounding absurd
I say my kid takes straw and spins it into gold!
My little daughter (Hm, hm)
One day I caught ‘er (Hm, hm)
My little daughter, one day I caught ‘er (Hm, hm, Hm)
I said, “Child, what you doin’ at that spinnin’ wheel
Runnin’ string through yer fingers ‘n tappin’ yer heel?”
She said, “papa, don’t moan, now Papa don’t scold
Can’t you see I take straw and spin it into gold?”
You think I’m a fool?
Well, you’ll see red
When you see her spinnin’ out a spool
Of shiny thread!
My little daughter (Hm, hm)
Catch ‘er while I got ‘er (Hm, hm)
My little daughter
Catch ‘er while I got ‘er (Hm, hm, Hm)
She sho’ ‘nuff pretty
She sho’ ‘nuff sweet
She’s only twenty summers old
But no biddy in this city could ever compete
With my kid when she takes straw
And spins it into gold
It’s a wonder of the highest water
And, fellas, may I be so bold
As to brag about my pretty daughter
The kid takes straw
And spins it
And spins it
And spins it…
Into gold!
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
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