Jenny May - Trader Horne

Hey Jenny May, are you coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

I’ll be Jesse James and you’ll be an Indian

If we have a fight, I might even let you win

Jenny May

Hey Jenny May, coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

Jenny May

If you wish, you’ll get a silver dish

If you hope, you’ll get a skipping rope

But if you cry, there’ll be witches in the sky

Jenny May

Hey Jenny May, coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

Jenny May

Hey Jenny May, are you coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

We won’t play games in the rain

If it rains, we’ll come back home again

Hey Jenny May, coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

Jenny May

Hey Jenny May, coming out to play?

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away

Jenny May

I’m all alone and my daddy’s gone away