Woman Missin'

 

You can slam that telephone way on down

Cut your ears off to the ground

You can put your foot right through the floor

She ain't out of the picture anymore

 

Tell that bastard it's a very fast world

And you ain't  worried 'bout growin' old

You  love her like a diamond in your breast

She sparkles the blook flowin' through your head

 

            You gotta woman missin'

            But she ain't missin' you

            You gotta woman missin', hey mister

            She ain't out of the picture

 

It's a personal private serious fact

The grapes of wrath swallowed up your past

It might take a quarter or ninety-nine years

For a good soft heart from deserted tears

 

 

            You gotta woman missin'

            But she ain't missin' you

            You gotta woman missin', hey mister

            She ain't out of the picture

            She ain't out of the picture

            She ain't out of the picture

 

You can slam that telephone way on down

Cut your ears off to the ground

You can put your foot right through the floor

She ain't out of the picture no more

 

(Chorus)

 

 

                                                                        Malcolm Holcombe

                                                                        © l993, Purple Girl Music/BMI