Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
[Chorus]
And cross my heart and hope to die
If my heart should tell a lie
One little kiss and my oh my
And cross my heart and hope to die
[Verse 1]
In the summer of our discontent
Made glorious in this town, New York
Straight from the heart, the double-cross
You get too smart and you pay the cost
[Verse 2]
Ten little Indians in a row
If one should die then who should know?
The great white father and the great white hope
The great white lie of the rodeo
[Chorus]
And cross my heart and hope to die
If my heart should tell a lie
One little taste and my oh my
And cross my heart and hope to die
[Verse 3]
And take this cup away from me
You Indian-giver, Johnny Appleseed
There is too much truth for all to see
In little white lightning, in little old me
[Verse 4]
And the snake that rings the apple tree
They'll name a county after me
And call it manifest destiny
You take Manhattan, I'll take the beads
[Chorus]
And cross my heart and hope to die
If my heart should tell a lie
One little bite and my oh my
And cross my heart and hope to die
Cross My Heart was written by Jack Hardy.