Standard (EADGBE)
Oh, where I come from, there ain?t nobody
Nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday, and
Always evades the truth
Whose lingo comes from God knows where, and he
Surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am
When you call me your kuschty rye
(Chorus)
And I say hey, hey honey
I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, now come on baby
I put you way up too high for me
She learned me life is sweet, and God is good
And he always will provide
She taught me all I ever knew, and she
Taught me more besides
(Chorus)
(First Verse)
(Repeat Chorus ad infinitum)