Levee Song

She's a rookie, but she's moving fast She's got a high motor burning up the gas She's a shot-caller, clementine You think she's yours, she's mine, oh, mine, oh Walk on the levee with Casey Jane Are you still crying over what's-his-name? Come on, girl, put your blue jeans on And I'll spin you around to an old Cate song She really- That girl is really, she's no good She really- That girl is really good She's got a tiny dog and worn-out clothes Her dad's guitar and ribbon bows She likes it when everybody's hanging around Trading tunes down at campfire town I like it when you put your trust in me You know I never trusted any scene Times are changing, people leave It gets so hot, it's like a fever dream She really- That girl is really, she's no good She really- That girl is really- She's no good, yeah, yeah That girl is really She's no good, no good, no good, no good That girl is really good