You Comb Her Hair - George Jones

I know that you wonder who I dream about

And if I met someone who thrills me so

Well, I’ve finally met a girl who turns me inside out

I’ll tell you about her for you ought to know

You comb her hair every mornin'

And make sure she’s dressed just right

You comb her hair every mornin'

And put her to bed everynight

When she’s around me sometimes I can hardly speak

I stammer and I walk right into doors

And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak

Oh, you know her heart is a friend of yours

You comb her hair every mornin'

And make sure she’s dressed just right

You comb her hair every mornin'

And put her to bed everynight…