I can’t hold it on the road, you’re sitting right beside me And I’m drunk out of my mind, merely from the fact That you aren’t here
And I’ve not been known as the Saint of San Juaquin And I just as soon right now pull on over To the side of the road and I’ll show you what I mean
CHORUS
Lah dah dye .... Lah dah dah dye…. July, you’re a woman More than any woman I’ve ever known
Well I cannot see the white lines out before me And you’re sitting there with your hand on my collar You’re talking in my ear
Yeah and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon She’s the daughter of the Devil Ain’t it strange that I should mention her to you I haven’t thought of that girl in years
CHORUS
I can’t hold it on the road you’re sitting right beside me And I’m drunk out of my mind Merely from the fact that you are here
Yeah, and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon She’s the daughter of the Devil Ain’t it strange that I should mention her to you