I can't hold it on the road, you're sitting right beside me

And I'm drunk out of my mind, merely from the fact

That you aren't here

And I've not been known as the Saint of San Juaquin

And I just as soon right now pull on over

To the side of the road and I'll show you what I mean

CHORUS

Lah dah dye .... Lah dah dah dye….

July, you're a woman

More than any woman I've ever known

Well I cannot see the white lines out before me

And you're sitting there with your hand on my collar

You're talking in my ear

Yeah and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon

She's the daughter of the Devil

Ain't it strange that I should mention her to you

I haven't thought of that girl in years

CHORUS

I can't hold it on the road you're sitting right beside me

And I'm drunk out of my mind

Merely from the fact that you are here

Yeah, and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon

She's the daughter of the Devil

Ain't it strange that I should mention her to you

I haven't thought of that girl in years