I Still Think About Ida Mae Songtext
von Roy Buchanan

Well I smoke my cigarettes
Set my Schlitz cans along the wall
I still think about Ida Mae
She was the fairest of them all


All the things in life that ever mattered
I let slip right through my hands
Always likin′ a lot of dudes
Feedin' money to my lucky lambs

I need you, I want you
I love you, oh that same old way
′Cause I'm lonely more each day now
Oh time, it slipped away