Cups

Bulletproof

Nothing to loose

Far away far away

I hate to see the evening sun go down

I hate to see the evening sun go down

'Cause my baby, he's gonna left this town

Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today

If I feel tomorrow, just like I feel today

I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings

She pulls my man around by her apron strings

If it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair

The man I love,he wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere

I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie

Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint and rye

I'll love that man till the day I die