Miss Ferguson

Lyrics
In a town where you can sum up every girl with just one sentence Give or take the subject or the verb She shows up like the devil said penance Won't nothing ever be clear no more She got hired on down at the Last Chance Diner She works all the same shifts as me I've never been one for too much conversation But now I choose my words so carefully Because the angle of her cheek is the math of persuasion First time you saw the ocean she's got tucked behind her knee She is swallowing lightning, she is spitting thunder Waftin' California reekin' Tennessee She is waftin' California and reekin' Tennessee I wanna tell her how I feel But each time that I start My tongue wraps like a tetherball Six times around my heart And I say Hey Miss Ferguson It's Cory from work callin' to say Hey Miss Ferguson I was wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today Just wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today Now I'm curious to see just where them 8 pounds will end up I wanna be around to watch the Southern kick in Ain't got no purple heart, no blue ribbons Blow out them candles and I'll show you where I've been Now she comes around at midnight like a Sunday afternoon With a purpose and a manner like a needle and a spoon A bad thing waitin' 'round to happen like a lake of gasoline The way that woman does me is like nothing I've ever seen I wanna tell her how I feel But each time that I start My tongue wraps like a tetherball Six times around my heart And I say Hey Miss Ferguson It's Cory from work callin' to say Hey Miss Ferguson I was wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today Just wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today Don't think I'll ever wake up on the wrong side of her bed She brings the sun, she brings the shine These days every time I try and start to sing some sad song I open up my mouth and the only word that I can find is just Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la Hey Miss Ferguson It's Cory from work callin' to say Hey Miss Ferguson I was wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today Just wonderin' what you were doing A little later on today I ain't even thinkin' 'bout the rest of our days I was just wonderin' what you were doing a little later on today Hey there Miss Ferguson, it's me
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Credits
- Writers
- Cory Branan