German Mustard - Townes Van Zandt

Ah, my baby come walking

Walking nice and slow

Like a Mo

My baby come

Come nice and slow

Wear a good man out

Like a son of a bitch

Then they turn around

And smile at you, babe

Like they didn’t know you

They pump that bad blood in ya

Just like a fireman shooting dogs

Fireman don’t carry no guns

Everybody knows that

They pump that bad

Just like a fireman shooting dogs

Keep low when the shooting starts

Um, um, huh

The guitar, coming up

My baby, say you lonesome

I say, baby, you don’t know what it means, naw, naw

Kiss me and some of my friends

My baby, say you lonesome

I have a little drink and say

You don’t know what it means

Ooh, man

That German mustard

Between your jeans