Where The Black-Eyed Susans Grow

I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse down a pretty little lane

Where yellow daisies make a pathway to the fields of golden grain.

There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago; Something

Tells me that I'm welcome where the Black-eyed Susans grow.



Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too;

They surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue.

You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too; you can

Keep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you.



I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love

'em so, they're all around on the ground where I found the one I

Know so long ago. The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hear

Them softly hummin', "You'll be losin' your little Susan, you'd

Better be getting busy buzzin' around." To stroll again down the lane

To the plain old rustic seat will be a treat, and then I'll bring out the

Ring for the finger of my sweet, She's mighty sweet. And when I'm

Tied to the pride of the country side maybe I'll introduce you to my

Corn fed bride, when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyed

Susans grow.