St. Lita Ford Blues

I hate to see
The evening sun go down
I hate to see
The evening sun go down
Because me and my baby
Are gonna leave this town
Went to the gypsy to have my
Fortune told
Went to the gypsy to have my
Fortune told
Calloused fingertips
Hair spun of gold
I say this tramps got a hold
This tramps got a hold on me
Her St. Lita blues
Her blues got a hold of me
Pack up your bags
Cause were heading
For something obscene
I wish I could play like
Just like Lita Ford
I wish I could play like
Just like Lita Ford
She is a fox
She’s not in the Runaways anymore
She was once going
With Ritchie Blackmore
Lta was going
With Ritchie Blackmore
But now she manages her locks
With quality shampoo
I say this tramps got a hold
This tramps got a hold on me
Her St. Lita blues
Her blues got a hold of me
Pack up your bags
Cause were heading
For something obcsene