(G.Powell/B.Hinds) Linda come here I've got you in mind. you run away girl I don't wanna grab you from behind and would you like to hear another feeble line Time is short and I've used all of mine, chasin' you girl Can't you see it's more than a crime, a Philadelphia girl I once left behind Aren't you mine? Aren't you mine? Daylight comes in the nick of time Beer bottles bouncin' we're on the shoulder pull er back on Jake on down the line And tell me pretty lady aren't you mine? Linda came here, I went on behind. we run away girl Do you like to see a man lose his mind is that what it takes to make a child look fine Aren't you mine? Aren't you mine? Daylight comes in the nick of time Beer bottles bouncin' bus is on the shoulder pull er back on Jake on down the line And tell me pretty lady aren't you mine? One more dime, three minutes time. Don't hang up girl I'm on the line I don't wanna cry on your shoulder. I'm hangin' it up girl, so down the line You won't have to tell me pretty lady if you are mine