July, You're a Woman - John Stewart

I can’t hold it on the road

When you’re sitting right beside me

And I’m drunk out of my mind

Merely from the fact

That you are here

And I have not been known

As the Saint of San Joaquin

And I’d just as soon right now

Pull on over to the

Side of the road to

Prove I’m not so mean

La da da da da…

July, you’re a woman

More than anyone

I’ve ever known

And I can’t hold my eyes on

The white line out before me

When your hand is on my collar

And you’re talking in my ear

Why, I once ran around with

A gypsy girl named Shannon

A daughter of the devil

It is strange that I

Should mention that to you

I haven’t thought of her for years

I can’t hold it on the road

When you’re sitting right beside me

And I’m drunk out of my mind

Merely from the fact

That you are here

And I have not been known

As the Saint of San Joaquin

But I’d just as soon right now

Pull on over to the

Side of the road to

Prove I’m not so mean

La da da da da…