By David Allan Coe



SHE'S EVERYTHING YOU LOOK FOR IN THAT KIND OF WOMAN



SHELL DRINK WHISKEY AND DANCE TILL THE CHAMPAGNES ALL GONE



SHELL BE RIGHT THERE WHEN THE AIR FROM THE OCEAN IS CALLING



TELLING YOU, SAILOR BEWARE! SOMETHING IS WRONG!







BUT TOUCHING HER MIGHT MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR BLUES TONIGHT



HOLDING HER MIGHT STOP THE PAIN IN TIME



KISSING HER MIGHT TAKE AWAY THE LONELINESS YOU FELL



BUT LOVING HER WILL MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND







JUST LIKE THE MOON AND THE STARS SHELL BE GONE IN THE MORNING



LEAVING YOU EMPTY AND DRAINED, LIKE THE TIDE YOU'LL BE LOW



LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO TAKE THAT WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER



YOU'LL TRY TO BUY HER WITH PRESENTS , BUT SAILOR I KNOW.