Don't ask me I just work here in front of the old filofax machine
Behind my coke bottle glasses I've got my little old routine
Ain't got no pictures of family, miss the Christmas party every year
Ask me a personal question and you'll get an empty stare
With a homemade jug of huckleberry wine
Three hits of windowpane, hers and yours and mine
We'll be higher than the weeds out in front of our house that the neighbors say are a real bad sign
You have extrasensory perception and could tell I'd been alone for quite some time
You said "You are young, but you're a woman. A woman, mother, goddess, soul divine"
Let my people read your tarot, aren't you lucky you drew the hangman's noose
Now go and draw us a paycheck, on the weekends we'll cut loose
With a homemade jug of huckleberry wine
Three hits of windowpane, hers and yours and mine
We'll be higher than the weeds out in front of our house that the neighbors say are a real bad sign
How many times do I have to tell you not to call this number any more
The family I'm in now with sister, brother, roll around in blankets on the floor
Enveloped in universal light rays surrounding our most righteous holy sect
Maybe later if we both act nice you'll let us play your eight track deck
With a homemade jug of huckleberry wine
Three hits of windowpane, hers and yours and mine
We'll be higher than the weeds out in front of our house that the neighbors say are a real bad sign