Kuschty Rye

Oh, where I come from there ain’t nobody — nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul, is gold on Sunday — always evades the truth
Who’s lingo comes from God knows where — and he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am when you call me your Kuschty Rye
And I said, «Hey honey, I hold you way up too high for me»
Whoa, come on baby, I put you way up too high for me
She learned me life is sweet and God is good and he always will provide
She taught me all I never knew and she taught me more beside
So I said, «Hey, come on honey, I hold you way up too high for me»
Whoa, now come on my baby, I put you way up too high for me
Said, where I come from, there ain’t nobody — nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul, she swears on Sunday — always evades the truth
Who’s lingo comes from God knows where and he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am when you call me your Kuschty Rye
So I said, «Hey, hey honey, I hold you way up too high for me»
Whoa, now come my baby, I put you way up too high for me
Whoa, sugar, I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on my baby, I put you…