YOU'RE THERE
(Fred Rose)
SKEETS MCDONALD (Capitol, 1958)

Well, I get high, I get low
I move fast, I move slow
But wherever I go, you're there
I can smile, I can frown
I give up, I give down
Because somewhere around, you're there
How did you get in this memory of mine
Oh, why can't I lose you somewhere
I can walk, I can run
I can grieve or have fun
But when all's said and done, you're there

When I feel like I should
All the while I knock wood
But it don't do no good, you're there
I can seek, I can hide
Turn her loose or be tied
But it's all cotton dry, you're there
Everyone tells me that you're back in town
But I make believe that I don't care
Well, I get high, I get low
I move fast, I move slow
But wherever I go, you're there