Paula Cole - Suwannee Jo Lyrics
Idiot kitty to new york cityLiving in a kennel and lookin big and prettyMeet the munch for business lunchBut your feet bleed under the tableBut suwannee jo, youre dark and slowYou dance with a broom and youre filled with ghostsYou smell like liquor and youre high as a hawkYou laugh to yourself but you talk like a rockScaredy kate, back in the haightDoesnt answer the phone and eats like a tapewormShe met mr.mike in89But shes a hundred pounds heavier and wont go outsideBut suwannee jo, youre dark and slowYou dance with a broom and youre filled with ghostsSuwannee jo, strange beautiful gold,You can take a womans husbandBut you dont want to marry himYou just want to hold himNora mable, behind your tableExpensive knowledge from ten years of collegeBut when it comes to livin, the book isnt writtenYour brains under m in the library missingSuwannee jo, you follow your soul(nothing more important than following your soul)
