I want to tell you all the story 'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter Who attended Harper Valley Junior High Well, her daughter came home one afternoon And didn't even stop to play And she said, "Mom, I got a note here From the Harper Valley PTA" Well, the note says, "Mrs. Johnson You're wearing your dresses way too high It's reported you've been drinkin' And a runnin' 'round with men and goin wild We call Santino's grandson and say we had to work that Way we sent a note from his dad Harbor Road Police Asian Well, it happened that the PTA Was gonna meet that very afternoon And boy were sure surprised When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room And as she walked up to the blackboard I can still recall the words she had to say She said, "I'd like to address this meeting Of the Harper Valley PTA" "Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there And seven times he asked me for a date And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice Whenever he's away" "And Mr. Baker, can you tell us Why your secretary had to leave this town? And shouldn't widow Jones be told To keep her window shades all pulled completely down?" "Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'Cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again And if you'll smell Shirley Thompson's breath You'll find she's had a little nip of gin" "And then you have the nerve to tell me You think that as a mother I not fit Well, this is just a little Payton Place And you're all Harper Valley hypocrites" No, I wouldn't put you on Because it really did it happened just this way That day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA That day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA

I wanna tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High Well, her daughter came home one afternoon And didn't even stop to play And she said, "Mama, got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A." Well, the note said, "Mrs. Johnson, You're wearin your dresses way too high It's reported you've been drinkin' And a-runnin' round with men and goin' wild And we don't believe you oughta be A-bringing up your little girl this way." And it was signed by "The Secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A." Instrumental Well, it happened that the P.T.A. Was gonna meet that very afternoon And they were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room And as she walked up to the blackboard I can still recall the words she had to say She said, "I'd like to address this meeting Of the Harper Valley P.T.A." "Well there's Bobby Taylor sitting there, And seven times he's asked me for a date. And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lot of ice Whenever he's away. And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your Secretary had to leave this town? And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her Window shades all pulled completely down." "Well, Mr Harper couldn't be here 'Cause he stayed too long at Kelly's bar again. And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, You'll find she's had a little nip of gin. And then you have the nerve to tell me, You think that as a mother I'm not fit. Well, this is just a little Peyton Place And you're all Harper Valley hypocrites." No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did, It happened just this way; The day my mama socked it to The Harper Valley P.T.A. The day my mama socked it to The Harper Valley P.T.A. The day my mama socked it to The Harper Valley P.T.A...

I wanna tell you all the story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High Well, her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play And she said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A." Well, the note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearin' your dresses way too high It's reported you've been drinkin' and a-runnin' round with men and goin' wild And we don't believe you oughta be a-bringin' up your little girl this way" And it was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A. Well, it happened that the P.T.A was gonna meet that very afternoon And they were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room And as she walked up to the blackboard, I can still recall the words she had to say She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A." Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there and seven times he's asked me for a date And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice whenever he's away And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your secretary had to leave this town? And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades all pulled completely down Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again And if you'll smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin And then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit Well, this is just a little Peyton Place and you're all Harper Valley hypocrites! No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did It happened just this way The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A. The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.

The hills were alive with wildflowers And I was as wild, even wilder than they For at least I could run, they just died in the sun And I refused to just wither in place Just a wild mountain rose needing freedom to grow So I ran, fearing not where I'd go When a flower grows wild, it can always survive Wildflowers don't care where they grow And the flowers I knew, in the fields where I grew Were content to be lost in the crowd They were common and close, I had no room for growth And I wanted so much to branch out So I uprooted myself from my home ground and left Took my dreams and I took to the road When a flower grows wild, it can always survive Wildflowers don't care where they grow I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right In a garden so different from me I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone So the garden one day set me free I hitched a ride with the wind, and since he was my friend I just let him decide where we'd go When a flower grows wild, it can always survive Wildflowers don't care where they grow Just a wild rambling rose seeking misteries untold No regret for the path that I chose When a flower grows wild, it can always survive Wildflowers don't care where they grow Wildflowers don't care where they grow

Lookin' outta my windowpane Tears minglin' with the rain I'm so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank Starin' down on the city street Feelin' empty and incomplete There's a place I need to be to fill my tank A place I can go where I can be free Where I can be happy and just be me Home Where the warm wind's blowin' And the river's flowin' along Like a lazy bum in the midday sun And I've gone fishin' with my pole at the fishin' hole Where I can lay down my heavy load And know that I am always welcome home I left home I was seventeen I had a lot of ambitious dreams Seen a lot of those dreams come true I've had good luck I ain't complain' that's for sure I got a lot to be thankful for One of those things is a magic door that opens up Back to the time when I was a kid To the sounds of the crickets and the katydids It's called Home On the front porch swingin' And the fern pots hangin' Home With the church bells ringin' And voices singin' those Old songs that mend my mind like a stitch in time Where the tea is sweet and the love complete Oh me, I wanna go home I often think about where I have been Where I am goin' and that's about when I think about Home Where the soul finds comfort and the heart finds pleasure Home Where the depths of love is hard to measure It's home I hear you callin', I hear you callin' I'll never be lost as long as I know There's place like that where I can go Where I can restore my weary soul On the mountain slopes and the soft blue smoke Of home Home sweet home Home Back to the hills with the whippoorwills of Home With the fireflies blinkin' and the night stars winkin' Home Honeysuckle vine and Muscadine wine at Home Where the ginseng grows in the shady groves of Home With family and friends and joy that never ends Home There's no place like it, no place like it Home

Here I sit, all alone Thinkin' bout what I should of known You make me think that I could need you You weaved your magic spell and I believed you Looking back, on you and me Promises that will, never be I truly thought that we were lovers, (lovers) But now I find i'm just like all the others Heartbreaker, wish I'd seen that love was blind Sweet little love maker, taking my heart and leaving me behind Heartbreaker, couldn't you be just a little more kind, to me Played with fire, felt it's burn I would have thought that I would of learned I melted every time you kissed me, (kissed me) Each time you'd leave I thought you'd miss me Heartbreaker, wish i'd seen that love was blind Sweet little love maker, taking my heart and leaving me behind Heartbreaker, couldn't you be just a little more kind to me Heartbreaker, wish i'd seen that love was blind Sweet little love maker, taking my heart and leaving me behind Heartbreaker, couldn't you be just a little more kind to me Heartbreaker, wish i'd seen that love was blind Sweet little love maker, taking my heart and leaving me behind Heartbreaker, couldn't you be just a little more kind to me