I'm about to tell a story that I haven't yet About the most intelligent woman that I ever met She look like Jagie on her asses, top of her classes I'm doing my best just passing by I'm so funny in my body I can barely walk And I'm so full of them funny feelings that I could barely talk And here comes Jagie on her asses, don't need to ask it Have you ever seen a woman so fine? She said, come on out, just a couple hours We're gonna have a real good time And I tell her, where you going, where you going, where you coming home? Somebody in the front seat calls out everyone Quit wasting my time Gotta hit the road and hit the road, hit the road There they going, there they going I was on my own I ain't never spoke my mind up in a crowded place I ain't got no cool demeanor and smooth talking ways Cause I ain't like Jagie on her asses, girls in sunglasses Looking me up like I'm part of some game And well the altercation happened around the 10th of May Some poorly dressed spectator had something unkind to say It comes back to me in the flashes I get real scared, there's a swing and a miss And I'm all ashamed And when she found me, eyes in pieces Crying hard into my hat She tell me, mama you look lovely when you take a stand And I tell her, no one's ever been so kind to me And I thank you for that Said, here you're going, here you're going, here you're going Took her hair out the bow And laid that ribbon in my hand Here we go Look at that lady She carries herself right She's singing, oh She's the first lady To walk me through the night I'm singing, oh Oh, play, play, play I got sunny days on a track field Laughing hard, just me and mine Got a great part in the spring play after all And I got my rose pink tinted glasses And they'll fit me just fine And I let it go and let it go, let it go Here we go Look at that lady She carries herself right She's singing, oh She's the first lady To walk me through the night I'm singing, oh Look at that lady She carries herself right She's singing, oh She's the first lady To walk me through the night I'm singing, oh Look at that lady Little miss thing Carries herself right She's singing, oh She's the first lady Hold my hand and walk me through the night And I'm singing, oh Look at that lady She carries herself right She's singing, oh She's the first lady To walk me through the night I'm singing, oh