Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin'

And it's all over now, Baby Blue You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But whatever it is you think you need You better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight, and that was us On a no cab tractor hauling them bales Backing in boats, fishing limb lines It might not've been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes you country People talkin'

You're in my head all in my head, baby You're in my head You got me thinkin' crazy, this ain't me, I know where it ends And this has got too good to be true written all over it I'm takin' this leap of faith, if I go down in flames We made a memory that

Let's fall in love Why shouldn't we fall in love? To be or not be Let our hearts discover Now is the time for it, while we are young I have a feeling, it's a feeling, I'm concealing, I don't know why It's just a mental, sentimental alibi But I adore you

And I wake up alone He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts He floats me with dread Soaked in soul He swims in my eyes by the bed Pour myself over him Moon spilling in It's okay in the day I'm staying busy

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at