We met in Sante Fe where she ran a small cafe,
The first time we kissed my heart went thud,
Well like a mouth fulla nothin', it tasted
just like heaven,
It sounded just like a cow pullin' its foot
out of the mud.
I helped her bake a puddin', it was finger-lickin'
good,
And I thought that maybe some day she'd become
my wife,
She hollered from the kitchen, "Kenny, would
you pass the chicken?"
I said, "Of course I would, my darlin', with
my life."
I swear to God I only wanna love you,
And I promise you that other men ain't banned,
But I don't mind playin' second fiddle, oh
my darlin',
I just wanna be in your band.
This oil man from the west, he as sure as hell
impressed,
My little shy, my little sensitive waif,
He said, "I have so many gold teeth that I
sleep
Every night with my head in a safe!"
He said, "Here's four hundred dollars if you
come with me, darlin',
To my motel," it was quite unexpected.
But she didn't fret and she wasn't upset,
She just kept cool, calm, and collected!
But I just want to be the one you run to,
When you need someone to hold your hand.
I don't mind playin' second fiddle, oh my
darlin',
I just wanna be in your band.
This Englishman and this Aussie came in and
started gettin' bossy,
Then this French guy says, "Hey, you come
here.
Have you got frog's legs?" I said, "Oui!"
He said, "Right, then, let me see
You hop over the bar and get me a glass of
beer!"
Then she walked through the door, they just
stood there in awe,
I'm sure they've never seen a more beautiful
sight.
The Austrailian said, "By golly!" the Englishman
said, "By George!"
And the Frenchman said, "By tomorrow night."
Why d'you need to have so many lovers?
It's something I will never understand.
But I don't mind playin' second fiddle, oh
my darlin',
I just wanna be in your band.
She said, "Kenny, you've got a friendly face,
and your heart's in the right place, It's a pity that the rest of you is
not.
But you love me, or so I'm told, but would
you love me if I got old,
And like a fool I said, "If you got 'old of
what?"
She went off with George and Bill, she took
the money from the till,
And 'goodbye' was the only word she said.
I pray that she'll come back again, I haven't
slept a wink since then,
'Cause when she went away she took the bed.
But I learned to play love's violin when I
was young,
And I've known many lovely ladies in this
land,
But 'til the day I die, I never will know
why,
She never once let me play in her band.
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