Standard (EADGBE)

Oh, where I come from, there ain?t nobody

Nobody quite like you

Who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday, and

Always evades the truth

Whose lingo comes from God knows where, and he

Surely knows more than I

Who also knows how mocked I am

When you call me your kuschty rye

(Chorus)

And I say hey, hey honey

I hold you way up too high for me

Whoa, now come on baby

I put you way up too high for me

She learned me life is sweet, and God is good

And he always will provide

She taught me all I ever knew, and she

Taught me more besides

(Chorus)

(First Verse)

(Repeat Chorus ad infinitum)