Long, Cool Finger

Longmire smoking at the edge of the street, Rolling up his flag and drawin that hard bead on me Like "Go get a job, kid you're whittlin' it all away, I don't even see the reason you're breathin' anyway" I said I don't believe you met my lady, she's workin today I'm just a part-time painter but I clean up the place Ever since last winter when the work ran out She's been steady shaking, making uncle Sammy so proud To have a good busy woman in these trying times Like you stumble on a quarter when you're looking for a dime She likes her low-cal soda, a little bit shook Takes her morning devotion in her coupon book My daddy built some houses down around Tennessee But it didn't take me long to learn that wasn't for me With all these good, busy women all over this land All you 16 pennies stay outta my hand Ooh Ooh Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel I'm rehearsing my sonatas, I don't go to work To keep my head above the water since I moved in with her I'm reciting all my sonnets All night into the morning While she hustle, bustle, cuss me if I toot my own horn Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel Church bus Church bus Church bus Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel Church bus Church bus Church bus