July, You're A Woman - John Stewart
I can't hold it on the road when you're sittin' right beside me,
And I'm drunk out of my mind merely from the fact that you are here.
Yeah, and I have not been known as the Saint of San Joaquin,
And I'd just as soon right now pull on over to the side of the road and show you what I mean.
La da da da da da da.
La da da da da da da.
July, you're a woman, more than any one I've ever known.
Yeah, and I can't hold my eyes on the white line out before me
When you're hand is on my collar and you're talkin' in my ear.
Oh, and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon, daughter of the devil.
It is strange that I should mention that to you, 'cause I haven't thought of her in years.