Crazy Caroline

I got stars and cigarette sparks in the slipstream
Of my Chevvy, heavy with gasoline
I got a black silk suit, high heeled shoes
And a radio spitting out rythm and blues

I got a highway twisting over the hill
and the whole of sat'day night to kill
I got the needle on the dial reading 109
and my soul in exile from Crazy Caroline (oh Caroline)

  Crazy Caroline, I'm coming to your place
  To lie 6 feet above you with my back to your face
  To lean against your headstone, and drink a beer or two
  Crazy Caroline, I wanna be with you

               (1,2,1,2,3,4)
I've got a ghost by my side in the green dashlight
and spooky horses pulling me into the night
I've got a backseat behind me, wider than I'm tall
It was very seldom empty I do recall

I've got a yarn to spin about a river and a car
and a trapped girl floating like a finger in a jar
Yeah, I've got grief to spare, guilt on my mind
and my heart on a tray for Crazy Caroline (oh, Caroline)