Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth

We read the paper and we pick the show
I'd meet her there but my watch was slow
She came early and I came late
We never met
It was a hell of a date

Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth

The way we met, she was a friend of a friend
They needed money and I had it to lend
She had five; she wanted ten
I gave her all my money
So I got none to spend

Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth

She burns her biscuits and her gravy is strange
Can't fry a chicken in a microwave range
Her salt's tasty, her sugar's sweet
No she can't cook
But she's got something to eat
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth