Bobby Bare
air conditioner song
Oh, the sound of the thing is not a ring
It's more like a pleasant purr
And the only sound I hear at night
Is the sound of my purring air-conditioner
The air is pure and dehumidified
Thermostatically controlled
Now I have no desire to perspire
And that's how progress goes
But the sound of their singing thrilled me
As distantly but clearly it rang
Though I never saw their faces
And never knew their names
And the gentle breeze brought sweet dreams
Of sweethearts that I never saw
Who sang, 'You Are My Sunshine'
In Newport, Arkansas
- :
- THE STORYTELLER: THE ANTHOLOGY 1960-1983
- Darker Than Light
- The Best of Bobby Bare
- Down & Dirty
- Drunk And Crazy
- Sleeper Wherever I Fall
- Bare
- Me and McDill
- Sings Lullabys, Legends And Lies
- What Am I Gonna Do?
- Where Have All The Seasons Gone
- I Need Some Good News Bad
- This Is Bare Country
- Your Husband, My Wife
- The Real Thing
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Game Of Triangles
- A Bird Named Yesterday
- This I Believe
- The Streets Of Baltimore