'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

On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, Been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean Now her hair was jet black, And her name was Codene

If we had just been honest That was my dude, why you gotta pick him though? I was selfish in the way that I acted I keep doing things just to get a reaction Ya, I wonder if he still hit you now, fucking you like I used to I know you think about all the