GEORGIA O'KEEFFE

Oh, yea, you guessed it, I was drinking in some bar.
It was Van and Jack--two friends of mine.
We were sitting in the dark and I was waiting.
Waiting for the pain to pass.
Van was on the radio and Jack was in my glass.
Well about the time I hit the bottom this redhead walks in off the street.
My heart hit the table.
I tried to look discreet.

She said “My name is Georgia”
I said “Hey baby you sure been on my mind”
She said “Hey you’re real funny…you ought to call me up sometime.”
So I called her up and it rang and rang and rang and rang…she wasn’t home.
I sat back down beside her.
I said “Oh I should’ve known.
“So you say your name is Georgia…can I call you O’Keeffe?”
She said “honey as long as you’re buying you can call me anything”

We drank a hundred shots of whiskey on the rocks.
I tipped the waiter fifty bucks but I stole all the clocks.
We stumbled out into the street looking for my car.
Looked up and down and north and south, couldn’t find it anywhere.
Well O’Keefe was walking funny and I was seriously in love.
I fell down on the concrete.
I still say I was shoved.
We caught a cab to Arizona.
The desert was immense.
I started howling at the moon.
The cabby, he got tense.
Well he pulled up to a cactus and told me to get out.
So I took O’Keeffe and I left the clocks and I headed for the south.
Well it only took me about an hour to get to Alabama.
I swear I could have proved it, man, but I forgot my camera.

Then we toured the southland in a traveling minstrel show.
O’Keeffe swallowed baby seals while I played the banjo.
Everything was going great man.
Everybody was down till one night I got kind of drunk, started playing some James Brown.

Well, they chased us through the cotton fields and into the next state where this sign said “You’re in Georgia.”
I said “That’s the best news I heard all night!”

Well I almost melted from the passion in her eyes.
She took off all her clothes and she did not apologize.
And I said “Uh, oh…I’m sorry I didn’t bring a map?”
And she said “Honey don’t you worry now this ain’t no tourist trap.”
We made love beneath the stars that fell on Alabama.
It was such a pretty picture but I still didn’t have my camera.
When I woke up O’Keefe was gone and I began to swear.
She didn’t even leave a note but all her clothes were there.
Well I ran all the way back across the United States and I ran back in that bar and I called her on the telephone and luckily she was there and I said “Hey baby how could you do this after all that we’ve been through?”
And she said “Hey, fuck you, man, just fuck you!”