Lyrics:
looking woman alive
She looks so pretty every time she walks by
The boys are too nervous, even to say "Hi!"
Not too skinny, not too fat
She's a real
they say
She's the lyinest woman in town
When I need attention at home
I'll call you on the phone
Come yourself, don't send your friend Jones
Do
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
Naomi will not be consoled by your blues
She calls down the crows then she pulls on her shoes
Out into the empty street she walks
Past the little
ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me
Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old lonely mansion
Lookin' out over the Smokies
And on in everything I can see
Oh, I guess by now she's
When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
hit it I won't call you no more
Shit on you like that (*more laughing*)
She talkin about no she want me to cock over her
And shit, on her stomach!
Stop by my house and you can't miss her
This little girl is my little sister
She's about nine days old
They call her sweet little mama
Say she
Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts the phone
And every morning after that
She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
what you'd call
A blushing flower.
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours came to snicker
"Well, that's what
I'm gonna grab her by her ponytail
I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up
With mad Mrs. Leroy Brown
Well
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
shines a little more brightly
When you take things a little more lightly
It's all gonna turn out nicely
With just a taste of your heart
It's likely
of the landslide
She left, she left, the writing's on the wall
Please believe me, don't answer when she calls
The only thing I know is that we're in too deep
ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me
Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making
At Christmas time
Oh, we call it Christmas time
Oh, you know it's Christmas time
When Christ our Lord was born
To Joseph she exclaimed in truth that
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
When I'm in trouble and I got no friend
I know she'll go with me down to the end
Everybody
eye
I got connections with the underground
Call me a common rodent boy
Sitting here safe and sound
Some molehill mother sauntered by
Acting like
On a fifteen minute break
We shared a cigarette, a long kiss
Then she stood there by the stage
All night by the stage
Man, those were the days
When she
it’s something you like
But as you’re passing by
You kinda wanna cry
You thinking ain’t a dream
It’s in your life
She keeps meoff the streets,
But
A middle western genius
She's got peace and love for you somehow
Gitchi Gummi sisters playing with the wind
Semi-naked flowers by my side
Gitchi Gummi
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