Lyric Suwannee Jo

Idiot kitty to New York City
Living in a kennel and lookin big and pretty
Meet the munch for business lunch
But your feet bleed under the table

But Suwannee Jo, you re dark and slow
You dance with a broom and you re filled with ghosts
You smell like liquor and you re high as a hawk
You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock

Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
Doesn t answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
She met Mr.Mike in 89
But she s a hundred pounds heavier and won t go outside

But Suwannee Jo, You re dark and slow
You dance with a broom and you re filled with ghosts
Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,
You can take a woman s husband
but you don t want to marry him
You just want to hold him

Nora Mable, behind your table
Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
But when it comes to livin , the book isn t written
Your brain s under "M" in the library missing

Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul
(Nothing more important than following your soul)