ROBIN-ON-HUDSON

We’re tighter than a wicker-pattern slope-back chair
Stronger than wrought iron
Soft as her hair
Longer than a late-night candle stick shine
Lovin’ like a dollar when you ain’t got a dime

Hotter than a teapot kettle blowin’ steam
Sweet as pure honey
She takes in her tea
Lovin’ like her lipstick line on my cup
I’m takin’ it with me fill me up

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Robin on the Hudson
Telephone line
Harmon Point station
Was a three-day drive
That water runs deep
As the winter’s white
And Robin on the Hudson’s
Where I’ll spend my life

We listen from the kitchen to FUV
Dancin’ like Texans
She’s learnin’ from me
Well it’s one and it’s one and it’s one - two - three
I’m twirlin’ my girl she rubs against me

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I watch her undressin’ she catches me stare
I’s hopin’ she’d notice
I know she don’t care
I tell her she’s beautiful she tells me I’m blind
But I know that she knows it at least some of the time

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Robin on the Hudson’s
Where I’ll spend my life
Copyright © Scott Gibson