Townes Van Zandt — German Mustard A Clapalong

[Verse 1] Ah, my baby come walking, walkin' nice and slow Like a Mo My baby come, come nice and slow Wear a good man out Like a son of a bitch Then they turn around and they smile at you, babe Just like they didn't know you [Verse 2] They pump that bad blood in ya Just like a fireman shootin' dogs Fireman don't carry no guns, everybody knows that They pump that bad Just like a fireman shooting dogs Keep low when the shooting starts Um, um, huh Guitar, comin' up [Verse 3] My baby, say you lonesome I say you don't know what it means, nah nah Just me and some of my friends My baby, say you lonesome I have a little drink and I say Baby, you don't know what it means That German mustard 'tween your jeans