[Verse 1] Now someone told Loretta To try to take it with her So she brought it in a makeup kit Everything she had Was in that blue bag And she was gettin' pretty tired of it She started naming names Of people who pay Tribute to her high-hat ways Trumpets used to sound Everywhere around Loretta in the good ol' days
[Chorus] But it's all gone There ain't nothing left to take Picking off of bones It's time to go home Don't let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
[Verse 2] Jimmy had it early He didn't think he'd really need it So he stowed it away He took up with a carney Who was just up off the farm She broke him down with her feminine ways Just about the time He laid it on the line She left him on the highway-side Jimmy took his crown And crushed it to the ground He knew he'd have to pay for that ride
[Chorus] But it's all gone There ain't nothing left to take Picking off of bones It's time to go home Don't let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
[Chorus] But it's all gone There ain't nothing left to take Picking off of bones It's time to go home Don't let that screen door hit you, baby, shake Don't let that screen door hit you, baby, shake Don't let that screen door hit you, baby, shakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
