There's an itch I can't scratch right there on my pride
There's no cure for what she gave me down there on the riverside
She said don't worry, don't worry
She'll pa** that apple blossom pie
Before we knew it we were right back home
Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine
Started drinking red and it went downhill from there
She was swaying back and forth on a folding chair
Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine
Sunday morning rolls around, these orchards won't pick themselves
She said I got to go, got some work to do by myself
She said don't worry, don't worry, baby don't worry at all
If you're ever lonely pick up the phone and give that 509 a call
Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and PX wine
Baby's rough around the edges
She gave me those Wenatchee Eyes
There's no doctor I can find
Baby's rough
Yes, she's rough
There is no doctor I can find