1, 2, 3, 4There's a warm wind blowin' through the laundry manThere's a young man cryin' in a cowboy hatHe got square-toed boots so he ain't for realWouldn't last five minutes on a federal streetAnd I remember you at that place in postYou with that cut bacon on Texas toastPrairie dogs poppin' up to seaAnd that strawberrywoman sittin' next to meStrawberry woman sittin' next to meMonday morning, I wake up slowIt was Friday night two hours agoI'd sell the farm and see you smileWell, it might just happen to wait a whileI may go stayI may go stayOut in the woodsSome time apart could do us goodI've been to heaven in a six-street barStrawberry woman on guitarStrawberry woman on guitarSend a impressed lullabyDoin' a nice job, I may set my eyes in the nightI may back up a little whileI may blow some of thengaI may find high schoolI remember you looking up at me, drinking Irish whiskey on the Irish sea, and we walkedthrough weather and we walked through time, strawberry woman with her hand in mine, strawberrywoman with her hand in mine.I remember you when the bar was closed, dancing on the table with a bloody nose, and I rememberyou still look fine and you still look free, strawberry woman with your back to me, strawberrywoman with your back to me.I remember you when the bar was closed, dancing on the table with a bloody nose, and I rememberyou still look fine and you still look free, strawberry woman with your back to me.