I Can 't It
On can 't hold it on the road
When you're sitting right beside me
And I'm drunk out of my mind
Merely from the fact that
you are here
And I have not been known
As the Saint of San Joaquin
And I'd just as soon right now
Pull on over to this side of the road
And show you what I mean
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July, you're a woman
more than anyone
I've ever known
And I can't hold my eyes
on the white line out before me
When your hand is on my col lar
an d you're talking
in my ear
And I have been around
with a gypsy girl named Shannon
It is strange that I should
mention that to you
I haven't thought of her in years
La da da da da da da
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July, July, you're a woman
more than any woman
I've ever known
I can't hold it on the road
when you're sitting right beside me
And I'm broke out of my mind
merely from the fact that
you are here
And I have not been known
as the Saint of San Joaquin
And I'd just as soon right now
Pull on over to the side of the road
And show you what I mean
La -da -da -da -da -da -da
La -da -da -da -da -da -da
July, you're a woman
more than anyone
I've ever known
July, you're a woman
more than anyone
I've ever known