Paula Cole - Suwannee Jo lyrics

Idiot kitty to New York City
Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
Meet the munch for business lunch
But, your feet bleed under the table

But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with a broom and
You're filled with ghosts
You smell like liquor and you're
High as a hawk you laugh to yourself but you
Talk like a rock

Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
Doesn't answer the phone and
Eats like a tapeworm she met Mr mike in '89
But she's a hundred pounds heavier
And won't go outside

But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with a broom and
You're filled with ghosts
Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold
You can take a woman's husband
But, you don't wanna marry him
You just wanna hold, hold, hold, hold him

Nora Mable, behind your table
Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
But when it comes to livin'
The book isn't written
Your brain's under "M" in the library missing

Oh, Suwannee Jo, oh no
You follow your soul, oh no
(Nothing more important than
Following your soul)