Well now she ain′t exactly what you'd call your all American girl
And some too many truckers took her home
And I′ll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done, I've said, it′s wrong
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
′Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
′Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine
And I ain′t exactly been what you call your all American boy
I've done my time in Frisco in LA
How some of youth that are taking pride in what I am
I heard you cussing this decision that I′ve made
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
′Cause she′s a lady I choose to be mine
And I'll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she′s done, well I say, is wrong
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain′t gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she′s a lady I choose to be mine
Boys, if you're able
Clean your own tables
And let me take care of mine
Writer(s): Chip Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
