I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that i cannot see
Suffering for the freedom of a roughed up soul
Forty-two years young is a little bit old
Boy named Sue sing a Tennessee tune
Got buffalo love living on the moon
[chorus:]
Save this lady for me [x4]
Call me Alabama i'm a Seminole prize
Got time square hair and a bedroom eyes
Keystone cops and the billy bob chops
Gonna scare my kids gonna share my crops
Vampire blood and a baseball glove
Justa a little bit of what the girl is made of
National crash into the big lampoon
With a creature coming up from the black lagoon
[chorus]
Losing ground true sounds of levity
The forest of the north might hold the key
Rocking to the rhythm of a ragtime band
Black flag wave on on my truck my man
Blasting for jones and the great unknowns
Got cheap cologne seventy-six trombones
Looking for the lady that won't be afraid
When heaven needs a hammer gotta get things made
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
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