4-Track Country Songs, Pt. I

Her lips are made of silver Her hips are cool and white Ah the devil is in the barmaid And Judas is by her side She won't give me no sweet lovin' Her frigid bush I can't stop it from growin' Ah the devil is in the barmaid She thinks I'm not worth knowing Ah the devil is in the barmaid The devil is in the barmaid She thinks I'm not worth knowing Stay with me today Even if you're very far away I've got no place to go until tomorrow And my buddies they've all gone to what they do And April came and left with thoughts of you And I don't mind sleeping with your ghost No, no, no Not if there's a pen and paper that I can borrow And I've got no place to go until tomorrow So don't turn me down If I ask you if you'll stick around I've got no place to go until tomorrow All these rented rooms are moved between See it's been like this since our old king bed And I don't mind travelling with ghosts no, no, no Not if there's a good guitar that I can borrow And I'm always free to be moving on tomorrow And I've got no place to go until tomorrow