Ain't nothin' 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 Vidalia
You always gotta make me cryNever 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 his headVidalia, Vidalia
Girl won't you tell me why
Sweet Vidalia
You always gotta make me cryWhen I try to get too close
Seems like we've always been almost
Just one step or two away from true loveI love the way you walk, I love the way you kiss
I love to get away with you, alone like this
If I could just mention just one little thing
Vidalia, would ya stop livin' up to your nameVidalia, Vidalia
Girl won't you tell me why
Sweet Vidalia
You always gotta make me cry
Songwriters
NICHOLS, TIM/SANDERS, MARK DPublished by
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