OH! BETTYE JEAN WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter CHORUS A: how it must hurt. gotta be hard. oh! Bettye Jean, oh! Bettye Jean. climbin' up mountains makes one tired. oh! Bettye Jean, oh! Bettye Jean. I. your hands are bleeding from cliffs that you scale. you find that you can't put your feelings in jail. you wake up cryin' it's not the right trail. they say, "why try? you're just a female." so you quit before you can fail. (repeat chorus A) II. I'll follow wherever you lead: through mountains and snow where Hannibal skied; through the shadows of valleys of death where I plead, "these mountains and valleys are not what I need." but I want to see you succeed. (repeat chorus A) III. of all the mountains, not many remain. is there one has your kind of terrain? or is this life just a futile campaign? I recall when I move to complain: it's you who feels the most pain. CHORUS B: but you're gonna win, win this game. oh! Bettye Jean, oh! Bettye Jean. down in the fields, the sheep will exclaim: oh! Bettye Jean, oh! Bettye Jean. ENDING: oh! Bettye Jean. oh! Bettye Jean. oh! Bettye Jean. oh! Bettye Jean. oh! Bettye Jean. oh! Bettye Jean. © Copyright 1982 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.