It's a southern road west of New Orleans. I'm fightin' off a cold. From these winter rounds. Houston. She's just around the corner. But I think I'll stop off here in Lafayette.
Well it's that old time story of a new face to glory. Someone wanted my soul for their pride. What about the system of fools arranged for missing. Well, I can't lie, they all pass with time.
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine. And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer. And they'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.
Well, I work this corner from eleven to five. The hands get cold around midnight. You're askin' me if I've got the time, well I don't know. But you're wastin' mine tonight.
Now, I work this corner from eleven to five. And the hands get cold around midnight. And you askin' me if I've got the time. Well, I don't know but you're wastin' mine tonight.
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine. And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer. They'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.