Greyhound Woman Blues

Sitting on the front porch, my woman smells so bad
Sitting on the front porch, my woman smells so bad
She not only hide me whiskey, she don’t wanna give me head

What’s wrong with that old woman, that’s all I wanna know
What’s wrong with that old woman, that’s all I wanna know
I hate her like the Greyhound, but I’d never let her go

Now some people say my woman she’s hot evil to the core
Now some people say my woman she’s hot evil to the core
But I love her like the river loves the hobo on its shore