Testo Little Miss Jones

He was on the telephone
Calling all the shots
A swagger in his step
And I was kickin’ rocks
Burnin’ through my last bent Marlboro Red
Chewin’ on my nails between every drag
A man oughta learn
From mistakes he’s made But some habits are hard to break

Ridin’ shotgun, went to meet his man
Got a bit chippy and we hit a few snags
But they got theirs
And I got mine
Now I gotta flip it faster
Than a Tyson fight
Got a long-legged darlin’
With lavish taste—
Some habits are hard to break

Some habits are hard to break
Some dark-eyed women
Are eight-ball cocaine
Tremor in my hands
Pistol on the seat
The walls are comin’ down, man
I can feel the heat
All the badges and the bankers
And the fire in her eyes
The way her cotton dress
Lay gently on her thighs
Got the getaway hummin’
Like a Santa Fe freight—
Some habits are hard to break
Some habits are hard to break
Some dark-eyed women
Are eight-ball cocaine

Went off the rails
Got a new set of clothes
Couldn’t keep up
With my Little Miss Jones
Withdrawal’s comin’ on
And I keep gettin’ lighter
On plates of cold turkey
And sides of barbed wire
They took away my Colt
But my hands still shake—
Some habits are hard to break

Some habits are hard to break
Some dark-eyed women
Are eight-ball cocaine
This poor boy will never be the same