July, You're a Woman

I can't hold it on the road
when you're sittin' right beside me,
And I'm drunk out of my mind
merely from the fact that you are here.
And I have not been known
as the Saint of San Joaquin,
And I'd just as soon right now pull on over
to the side of the road and show you what I mean.

La da da da da da da.
La da da da da da da.
July, you're a woman,
more than any one I've ever known.

And I can't hold my eyes
on the white line out before me
When you're hand is on my collar
and you're talkin' in my ear.
And I have been around
with a gypsy girl named Shannon,
daughter of the devil.
It is strange that I should mention that to you,
'cause I haven't thought of her in years.

La da da da da da da.
La da da da da da da.
July, you're a woman, more than any one I've ever known.

I can't hold it on the road when you're sittin' right beside me,
And I'm drunk out of my mind merely from the fact that you are here.
And I have not been known as the Saint of San Joaquin,
And I'd just as soon right now pull on over to the side of the road and show you what I mean.

La da da da da da da.
La da da da da da da.
July, you're a woman, more than any one I've ever known.
    —John Stewart