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Three hundred and sixty-five days All go to make a year, Three hundred and sixty-five days In which to call her dear. But always remember from January to December The girl that you worship and praise, Allow me to tell you, she's able to sell you Three hundred and sixty-five days.

Fancy you fancying me! I can't tell what you can see, For it seems like dreams, not reality, That you should like my personality, I can't quite figure it out, I can't tell why it should be. I can fancy anybody fancying you, But fancy you fancying me!

Down Texas way, there's a little cabin Texas way, Where they'll be so glad, yes, so glad to see me, Night and day I can see their happy faces, gay— And hear a sweet voice say 'come, wander To a beauty—little cutey little place out yonder. Let me play 'mong the clover and the new-mown hay And once again round dear old mammy's knee I'd love to kneel and pray— God bless Mother, God bless Dad, Make them happy—make them glad, I'm in heaven down old Texas way.

Dear old home of mine. I love that simple country town. I seem to hear the old place calling— Calling just come right down to where the birds sing all day long, And where the sun will always shine, I love the waving corn where I was born, I love that dear old home of mine.