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Well the River City Diner’s just a half a block away
that’s where you’ll find them
they sit there nearly every day
and when the moon’s right
he likes to stop by here on his way home

I don’t know where she goes
I don’t know if she knows
but he leaves his cigarette butts and his clothes on my floor
and if he’s feeling awfully generous
he might leave some money by the door

Just last week I was outside hanging clothes
when I heard the gate open
and I heard the gate close
he’s as wild as the wind blowing in
shaking shingles from the roof

We went inside
we went upstairs
he ran his fingers through my hair
he said his woman couldn’t please him
and of course he still cared
and I’m a sucker for pretty words
but not a stickler for the truth

Because that man is hotter than a lighted cigarette
faster than your old tomcat
he’ll haunt you like a ghost
he’ll promise you the moon
and then he’s gone makes you think
you’re the only one I oughta know better
but somehow I never learn

I thought of tellin’ his old lady with a letter in the mail
I thought of movin’ with sister
put my house up for sale
I thought of buyin’ me a shotgun
to keep there by the door

But when it’s been a week or two
I start lookin’ for the moon
I put my best dress on and I spray a sweet perfume
and I pretend to read a novel
while I wait on my front porch

And when I wake up
he’s always gone
clean the bottles off the floor and put my clothes back on
I’m goin’ out today
I’m gonna buy myself that gun •

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