all the lies of spain

Norveline

Words and Music by Dave Maswick and John Kribs

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Cadillac convertible come drivin' down the street
Country on the radio, a pistol on the seat
Lone Star burnin' in the Lone Star heat
Yippin' yappin' sassy dog dancin' 'round her feet

Norveline, Norveline, Norveline
Norveline, Norveline, Norveline
She's my baby's mama's sister
She's that lowdown Norveline

Norveline had a lover man back in '65
He smiled and lied and promised he would take her as his bride
But she caught him with his pants down and, to his surprise
Pulled out her pistol, shot him right between the eyes

Norveline, Norveline, Norveline.......

When the judge heard her plea
He said "I gotta set you free
But I'm lookin' forward to the day
When somebody gonna make you pay
'Cause you're mean, 'cause you're nasty
'Cause you're lowdown Norveline"

Dallas, Austin, Waco, Amarillo, San Antonio
The road goes on forever when you're drivin' all alone
But there's country on the radio, a pistol on the seat
Of that long Cadillac melting in the Texas heat