James Taylor The Surrey With The Fringe On Top
When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you'll ever see
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
Watch that fringe an' see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
Nosy pokes will peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright sidelights winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'
You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top
Now would you say the fringe was made of silk?
I wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
One's like snow, the other's more like milk
I can see the stars gettin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey
Ridin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top
I can feel the day gettin' older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder 'til it falls—kerplop
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of the hill
The moon is takin' a header
And just when I'm thinkin' all the earth is still
A lark wakes up in the meadow
Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin'
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa, you team, just keep on a-creepin'
At a slow clip clop
Don't you hurry little surrey with the fringe on the top
