she gets the best of everything i've got a society woman yes i got a society woman she lives in luxury but she keeps me in the strings well she want to be a cover girl and make headlines in the news she eats steaks and chicken i eat plain old kidney stew

She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well, when the pipeline

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Yeah, I have it I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) Yes, she got a Range Rover and

'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way The first

She treats me just like a king I've got a right to love my baby I've got a right to love my woman Yes, she's my mind, body and soul Yes, my baby, she can do 'most anything Yes, she's my doctor when I'm sick, people She's my all-around standby Oh, she's

But my feet is California bound Wants to leave this Georgia Town Well, my heads in Georgia Cause that good lookin' woman I've got And wreck them automobiles And that lonesome ol' highway Well my heads in Georgia Well, we ride them ol' freight trains

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,