The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead cane She said carl, take all the money She called everybody carl My spirit's broke My mind's a joke, And getting up's real hard
Chorus Don't you know her When you see her? She grew up In your back yard Come back to us Barbara lewis Hare krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports Buying quayludes on the phone Hey, you talk about A paper route She's a shut in without a home God save her, please She's nailed her knees To some drugstore parking lot Hey, mr. brown Turn the volume down I believe this evening's shot
Repeat chorus
Can't you picture her next thursday? Can you picture her at all? In the hotel boulderado At the dark end of the hall I gotta shake myself and wonder Why she even bothers me For if heartaches were commercials We'd all be on t.v.
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