Written by: John Stewart
I cant hold it on the road, youre sitting right beside me
And Im drunk out of my mind, merely from the fact
That you arent here
And Ive not been known as the Saint of San Juaquin
And I just as soon right now pull on over
To the side of the road and Ill show you what I mean
CHORUS
Lah dah dye .... Lah dah dah dye.
July, youre a woman
More than any woman Ive ever known
Well I cannot see the white lines out before me
And youre sitting there with your hand on my collar
Youre talking in my ear
Yeah and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon
Shes the daughter of the Devil
Aint it strange that I should mention her to you
I havent thought of that girl in years
CHORUS
I cant hold it on the road youre sitting right beside me
And Im drunk out of my mind
Merely from the fact that you are here
Yeah, and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon
Shes the daughter of the Devil
Aint it strange that I should mention her to you
I havent thought of that girl in years