From the recording All She Had On Was The Radio
We had a love as good as Texas highways
The traffic kept to the slower side as she hit that passin’ lane
But I guess that I forgot to observe the warnin’ signs
I thought I knew where we were, but the truth blew my mind
(Yeah) She took me to the cleaners, but it wasn’t to get my suit
The suit was filed at the courthouse; she said somethin’ ’bout havin’ proof
The suit had lots of wrinkles, but not a one ironed out for me
But it must have seemed like silk to her, smooth as it could be
Cities have their limits; there was no limit to our love
No spurs or side roads; what was she complainin’ of?
Don't know why she took the route she did; her lawyer said not to say
I thought we lived on a two-way street, but it became one-way
Now the judge could tell I did not like the way she worked things out
She told me to vocalize what I was mumblin’ about
So I yelled out that, concerning suits, we had a different view
And that I sure hoped that someday soon she’d get taken to the cleaners, too
Yeah, she took me to the cleaners, but it wasn’t to get my suit
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
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Mood: Novelty; Comedy
Key: F / BPM: 130 / Length: 3:49