Jeffreys Girls

When I was a young man making hay

I knew the farm life wasn't my way

I need Noonan Georgia

Like a pig needs scrapple

Loaded my Chevy truck

Drove to the Big Apple

Well the city was as lonely as a night in Plains

Just another face without a name

So I shed my boots and my flannel shirt

And hid my life of sweat and dirt

Became a sharp dressed villain

Without a scheme

Until I met Mister Epstein

Well he said young man I'll make you proud

When you start hanging with the happening crowd

Let's hang out and you can meet the gang

I'll introduce you to my woman Gizlane

It all sounds too good to be true

A country bumpkin and a New York jew

I never thought I would come to regret

The day the devil would collect his debt

Well I played my guitar and the crowd was charmed

I had two young women

One for each arm

I didn't know they were just seventeen

Thank the devil for nothing

Thanks Mister Epstein

It all sounds too good to be true

A country bumpkin and a New York jew

I never thought I would live to regret

The day the devil would collect his debt

Found myself in jail when I sought to be free

Caught in some grand conspiracy

I swear I thought they were all eighteen

Thank the devil for nothing

Thanks Mister Epstein