I knew right when she saw thro me
That first day in my car,
That I would get to know her,
Let her play my new guitar;
Now I am not a hustling man,
I don't dress really clean;
But I grabbed the telephone
And dialed myself into a dream.


Again, it's me again;
Again, it's me again.

Her name was Mary Ann,
She told me, I already knew
That she would be my woman
Till I told her who was who;
But she said, "Sorry, son,
I don't have time to let you see;'
I slammed the telephone,
Came down and started being me.

Repeat chorus.