Bob Scobey's Frisco Band - I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter Lyrics
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I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter
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What Are The Lyrics For I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter By Bob Scobey's Frisco Band?
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet. A lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be glad I've got 'em I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" Then close "with love" the way that you do I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter, ah-huh I'm gonna make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down write myself a letter, oh, babe And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be glad I've got 'em I'll smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" Then close "with love" the way that you do I'm gonna sit right down, write myself a letter, oh yeah I'm gonna make believe it came from you |
Who Wrote I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter By Bob Scobey's Frisco Band?
Fred Ahlert, Joseph Young
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What's The Duration Of The I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter By Bob Scobey's Frisco Band?The duration of I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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