Well them fat cats down in the city They picked my pockets, clean and pretty And them country girls, they leave me alone So I cut my hair and shined my shoes Threw my Sunday best on I hitched a ride on down that dusty road going Oooo Oooo Its a wide eyed girl in the drivers seat Keeps her hair pinned up and her dress real neat Terrified of driving, she aint afraid to roam Its Isabel who is a bell that rings like a midday sun Smiles when she says her name Makes fun of the way Im running going Oooo Ooooo Darling loose them worn down licks Break your habits and kick your fixes Roll em over, and let em go Aint like you to stop the show Sweet Isabel turns with a twinkle in her smile And with a wink makes this trip worth my while You got your running legs and I know how you feel And with that, sweet Isabel jerks the wheel Mom and Pop they aint aware til they receive a call Their little wide eyed girl and a running man hit the wall The story goes the butcher boys couldnt find no one to blame Cause they saw Isabel laughing when we went up in flames going Oooo Oooo Darling lost her worn down licks She broke my habits and kicked my fixes Rolled me over, and let me go Just like her to stop the show Oooo Oooo
oooo, isabel, lick, eyed, running