Her name was Helena. When she took me on a ride in her Aston Martin. Straight into a dusty sundown. I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories. And then she couldn't believe that I told her
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
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