You Comb Her Hair
By George Jones---(1963)
[A]I know that you're wondering who I d[D]ream about
And [A]if I've met someone who thrills me [E]so.
Well, I [A]finally met a girl who turns me ins[D]ide out.
I'll [B7]tell you 'bout her, for you ought to [E]know.
[A]You comb her hair every mo[D]rning
And m[E]ake sure she's dressed just ri[A]ght.
You comb her hair every mo[D]rning
And [E]put her to bed every n[A]ight.
When she's around me, sometimes I can hardly speak.
I stammer and I act just like a fool.
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak.
You know her, honey. Don't you know it's you?
You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she's dressed just right.
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night.
You comb her hair every morning.
By George Jones---(1963)
[A]I know that you're wondering who I d[D]ream about
And [A]if I've met someone who thrills me [E]so.
Well, I [A]finally met a girl who turns me ins[D]ide out.
I'll [B7]tell you 'bout her, for you ought to [E]know.
[A]You comb her hair every mo[D]rning
And m[E]ake sure she's dressed just ri[A]ght.
You comb her hair every mo[D]rning
And [E]put her to bed every n[A]ight.
When she's around me, sometimes I can hardly speak.
I stammer and I act just like a fool.
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak.
You know her, honey. Don't you know it's you?
You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she's dressed just right.
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night.
You comb her hair every morning.
