Vidalia

(tim nichols/mark d. sanders)

Ain't nothing so precious as a first born child

What to call their little angel

They wondered for awhile

Your dear mama violet

And your proud daddy dale

I know when they named ya

They surely meant well, but...

Vidalia, vidalia

Girl won't you tell me why

Sweet vadalia

You always gotta make me cry

I never paid no attention to a girl before

Till the day i saw you standin'

In the sunday school door

One boy sorta snickered when the roll was read

Till you laid the word of god

Up 'side of his head

Vidalia, vidalia

Girl won't you tell me why

Sweet vadalia

You always gotta make me cry

When i try to get too close

Seems like we've always been almost

Just one step or two away from true love

Well i love the way you walk, i love the way you kiss

I love to get away with you alone like this

If i could mention just one little thing

Vidalia would ya stop livin' up to your name

Vidalia, vidalia

Girl won't you tell me why

Sweet vadalia

You always gotta make me cry

Vidalia

Girl won't you tell me why

Sweet vadalia

You always gotta make me cry

You always gotta make me cry

You always gotta make me cry

You always gotta make me cry