Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean Well, I came to your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you, we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I

'Cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me And I think of all the things, What you're doing and in my head I paint a

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine An' went to Detroit

To kill, is why I live My God, gives eternal life Slice you, I watch your blood flow Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full Pressure building, the body starts to swell The souls of my victims brings me great power Feasting on flesh by the hour Lungs

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

You can't be everybody's cup of tea Some like it bitter, some like it sweet Nobody's everybody's favorite, so you might as well just make it how you please You can't be, everybody's cup of tea Maybe your jacket is a hand-me down Maybe you slept with half

This is the world that we live in Well maybe I was mistaken Bless your body, bless your soul This is world that we live in I feel myself get tired I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age Pray for peace and self control I gotta believe it's worth

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's