Get a Better One Songtext
von Chris Smither

Lemme tell ya ′bout Linda Lou, She had a big head, She slept with her hat on, She had a big butt too, She kept me whole with a big heart, She went away, I fell apart, I'm all alone, Yeah, I′m on my own.
Lemme tell ya 'bout Betty Jean, She had a filthy mind, She worked at the car wash, But she could not come clean, Long as I live I'm gonna love her to death, She said she′d be back, I don′t hold my breath, I'm all alone, Yeah, I′m on my own.
CHORUSI don't know why, They get a look in their eye, And they leave me, They think I don′t know
What's goin′ on, But believe me, I know they're gone.
Lemme tell ya 'bout Billie Ray, She told me she needed a man, Money′s nothin′, But that's all she′d say.
I couldn't get her to say I do, Now she′s gone, the money too, I'm all alone.
Yeah I′m on my own.
I'm gonna get me a better one, One with one name, Who comes when I call her, We'll have a lot of fun, Be glad to see me when I get home, Wag her tail when I bring her bones, I ain′t alone, Never on my own.
CHORUSWe′ll sit together, in the evenin', We′ll stick together, We'll never think about leavin′