In the Granville Greyhound station in the lightly drizzlin' rainALL ABOUT YOU
Every man in Granville
Says he knows you well.
Burn your ears if you could hear
The stories that they tell
All about you. . .
They say you're picked up every Thursday
In a rich man's limousine.
And some cat in San Quentin
Keeps on havin' nasty dreams
All about you. . .
Now the summer sun may burn my back
And these tears may dim my sight.
But before I die, there's a dirty book I'm gonna write
All about you, girl
All about you.
All about you and the no feelin'
Double-dealin' things that you do.
