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You Go To My Head
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Little wonder that it took this song some two years before finding a publisher in 1938. Radio at that time had a strict ruling against any reference to an alcholic beverage and here was a lyric dealing with the heady effects of no less than three! The ballad was closely identified with the big bands of Glen Gray, Larry Clinton and Mitchell Ayres.
Music by J. Fred Coots.
Words by Haven Gillespie.
You Go To My Head
like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew,
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two....
The thrill of the thought
that you might give a thought
to my plea
casts a spell over me;
Still I say to myself,
"Get a hold of yourself,
can't you see
that it never can be?"
You Go To My Head
with a smile that makes my temp'ature rise,
Like a summer with a tousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' I'm certain that his heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
in this crazy romance,
You Go To My Head.
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