Bandana Days


 * Why the dearest days of my life
 * Were Bandana days,
 * Bandana days though filled with turmoil, trouble and strife,
 * Dearest mem'ries will live always.


 * [Refrain]:
 * In those dear old Bandana days,
 * Cane and cotton ne'er forgotten,
 * Bandana days.
 * And those quaint old
 * Bandana ways,
 * When our dads were courting our dear mammies,
 * They were sure some bashful sammies,
 * And in all their Bandana plays,
 * Banjos strummin', they'd be hummin'
 * Bandana lays.
 * And in the pale moonlight they'd swing left and right,
 * In those dear old Bandana days.