Fox on the run

She walks through the corn leading down to the river. And her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun. She took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like the fox on the...

She walks through the corn leadin down to the river Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin sun She took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like a fox on the run Like a...