Connie Francis

True Love, True Love

Connie Francis


True love, true love
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you
Sleep last night?

I slept in the pines
Where the Sun never shines
And I shivered with the cold
Deadly cold

Tell me where did you
Get those pretty shoes
And the dress you wear
So fine?

Well, I got me my shoes
From a railroad man
Got my dress from a driver
In the mine

I wish that I had
Never been born
Or had died
When I was young

Then I never would
Have kissed your sweet, sweet lips
Or had your
Ragging tongue

True love, true love
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you
Sleep last night?

I slept in the pines
Where the Sun never shines
And I shivered with the cold
Deadly cold