Amanda Ruth

Lyrics

Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth We read the paper and we picked the show I'd meet her there but my watch was slow She came early I came late We never met it was a hell of a date Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth The way we met, she was a friend of a friend She needed money and I had it to lend She had five; she wanted ten I gave her all my money Now I got none to spend Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth Get it Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth She burns her biscuits and her gravy is strange Can't fry a chicken in a microwave range Her salt is tasty, her sugar's sweet No she can't cook But she's got something to eat Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth