Match Box

Boys, it's comin' up on Christmas
And we got lots to celebrate
'Cause it ain't every day
I get a by-God million-dollar quartet in my studio

Well I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got a lot of matches
I got a long way to go

I'm an ol' poor boy and a long, long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I ain't never gonna be happy
Everything I done was wrong, look out

Well let me be your little dog
Till your big dog comes
I said, Let me be your little dog, mamma
Till your big dog comes
And when your big dog gets here
You sho' gonna watch this puppy run

Well, I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got a lotta matches
I got a long way to go



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Perkins
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