My lady from the south
Skinny as a stick and she thinks she knows what's good
If she asked me to take her and move away
Bet my life I would
My old friend from the east
We don't talk anymore
I remember when she said that the night was ours
Now the moon makes her bored
When the girls come 'round
I'll stick around for a while
When the girls come 'round
They don't smile
They don't smile, oh no no
So just keep leaving
Just keep leaving
Oh jesus in the north
Try to give me a sign or make me fall in line for good
If she asked me to take her and move away
I don't think I bet my life I could
When the girls come 'round
I'll stick around for a while
When the girls come 'round
They don't smile
They don't smile, oh no no
So just keep leaving
Just keep leaving