Trent Tomlinson

Hey, Mr DJ, can I make a request Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive

She packed that party act Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks Two quarts of oil, her calico cat

Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your

Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your

Woke up face down in a cheap motel Had a King James Bible, a musty smell An' a Jim Beam bottle

I still show up at five Let everybody know I've arrived I order up my usual bangles I don't

You been jawin' at me from across the bar Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car What's

It was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we

I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down

The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke Cut through the still smoulderin'

Daddy's been a back row Baptist With his share of front row sin His Saturday night still on his

By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground And out in California, the sunshine's falling down

Baby I don't care that your hair is soakin' wet Just drop that towel there on the floor You're

One, two, three, four Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree Just enough shade for my