room. I'm gonna write a letter. Telephone every town I know. I'm gonna write a letter. Telephone every town I know. If I can't find her in West Helena. She must be in East Monroe I know. I don't
. For rubber pellet scars on Auntie Elna's back I march Fist raised caramel shinin in all our glory. For Mauritius, St. Helena, my blood is a million stories. Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma
Put the stereo on the roof and crank the jbls. (Give me something with a backbeat with country in the rap beat. Twist it on up to 10). And if neighbors disapprove. Well they can go to Helena
moolah. Like sailors gone ashore. Now we're goin' to West Helena. To gamble, drink and *. Let's you and me all make whoopee. Here's mud in your eye. Here's to all the gals he ever want. And