I Wasn't Ready

I saw this car: I want to ride it
I looked inside; keys were inside it
I pulled away; no one behind me now
Cruisin' along in a hot Mercedes
passin' by a real classy lady
I said to myself, "She looks like... maybe... Wow!"

In my younger days I fooled around
hittin' on every girl in this whole little town

I guess you could say I wasn't ready for you

She came to the door; she lift up on it
Her hair was tied up in a blue bonnet
I pulled the string: it came a'tumblin' down
Cruisin' along in a hot Mercedes
sitting next to a real classy lady
I said to myself, "I think I might stick around"

I guess you could say I wasn't ready for you

Q: Acoustic Guitar, Vocal
M: Guitar, Vocal
J: Wood-pile Bass, Vocal
K: Drums, Vocal
R: Washboard, Vocal

Words and Music ©1999 Accident Clearinghouse