Suwannee Jo — текст песни (Paula Cole)

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.)