[Verse 1]
Well then on this fine occasion
Why don't you look me in the face
I've been limp, go look for cover
Why don't you spin me another game
Heaven knows you're the kind of lady
That could shoot me in the foot
And take all of my possessions
And then hit me with the boot
Goddamnit, y'all

They said [?] finest ladies
They've been living by the Cape
I've been left to wander daily
I'll be happy here, fine thanks
Heaven knows in the wild's a lady
And you bet she'd buy the feel
Why don't you meet me down in Gainesville with that [?] again
What'chu say, hey?

[Harmonica solo]

Are you poor you finest lady?
Couldn't you hand me a bed of clay
I've just been this kind of lover
But now I ain't never gonna feel the same
Heaven knows in the wild there's ladies
Have been chances to be free
Why don't you pop on down to Tampa
And put that soft spot right on me, mmm