C H R I S   S T A F F O R D	virginia and crazy
	Click on the jams, radio on Scratchy noise and gun shot sound. Twelve gauge shooting a copperhead Out the Mustang window. Bonnie Rait, she sings, "I am an old woman, named after my mother," Where then and there I screech off Stop at a pay phone to sing and say All I can think about since I just heard that song Virginia is you. Acoustic guitar backup sounds Always keep close to the quiet background. I'm a sure star of the American road. One late drunk night She whispered close in my ear, "Take me to your hotel room, Show me what it's like to be." Her mama was a prostitute Married to an outlaw middle class Pretty decent bootleg whiskey still holding family. Then when three more times she got remarried And always said she didn't know no better, What it is to be, that is. When I left, she told me, "Don't forget you boots, Crazy."
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