Album: Tightrope
Well, she was the girl with the rockabilly lover,
Strummin' guitar and singin' the blues,
Wearin' old dresses that she stole from her mother,
Beehive hair and Saddle shoes.
He was head to toe in grease-black leather,
He only smokes those Lucky Strikes.
She likes him 'cause they look good together,
Ridin' down the road on a motorbike.
He was fired from his job at the all-nite diner,
Couldn't take her out on the town no more.
Couldn't keep livin' on an empty wallet,
Time was comin', someone had to go.
Ohh, she was real fine and he's sure gonna miss her,
She had somethin' that he really did like.
But he had to make a choice and he really didn't need her,
Left her for the love of his motorbike.