Lucene nut in heels drives a fancy Lexus

Drove to town to check the state of her advances

Hit the dirt, and last I heard, a bad complexion

Changed the locks and headed in the next direction

Would you mind a tale and a bad complexion?

On closer look, you could stand to make a quiet exit

She come over the hill screaming vulgar phrases

Waving scalps and throwing cigarettes and ashes

How would you like to have to kick her out of Texas?

Steal the first low-rider, and you'rе bound to catch her

Carmel colored watеr dripping from the faucet

She'll drink it down and leave you wondering if you've lost her

And then there's nothing. The wheels made of wood

It's a lesson in time. It's a restless sign that says

"We've understood, she's the last in the line of a rover."

He came to town twenty-three years ago

He left her mother

She just hung around and grew older

You've done enough

No one in this world can get closer