[Verse 1]
She pulls up to the bar in an El Camino
That kinda girl sure knows how to raise a fuss
And I've been working hard and I know she knows
How a man like me could make you wanna spit and cuss

[Chorus 1]
But she gives me real good lovin'
She gets all that I got
And she tried to help me cover every trace
Of the hurt I cause
Goin' my own way

[Verse 2]
She'll find me on a phone to San Francisco
You know I [bit down dust?] traveling a long black road
And lyin' in her arms, I found sweet freedom
I [?] in her touch turning blacker hearts to gold

[Chorus 2]
But it ain't the way she moves
That leaves me out in the cold
And she tried to help me cover every trace
Of the hurt I cause
Goin' my own way
[Outro]
She's got the way that helps to see me through
She's got the way that helps me let it go
She fakes it when she don't know what to do
She loves machines and bars and old tattoos