Jezebel
I met her at the back of a paperback book
One thing led to another like the verse to the hook
Then we were on the run across the USA
Being chased by the ghosts of the great highway
I asked her “Hey, little lady, won’t you take my hand?”
She looked at me like I was crazy and said “Listen here, man
It’s 2018, not 1902
But stick around awhile, I might be good for you”
So when she handed me the apple, I took a bite
And thirty minutes later I was feeling alright
I pulled off onto the shoulder when I lost my grip
And she took the wheel while I took a trip
I could smell the colors, I could taste the dawn
And I saw the crystal palace of Kubla Khan
I knew hell below, I knew heaven above
And I knew enough to know that I was falling in love
(C) Jezebel, Jezebel, oh Jezebel, you cast your spell
Jezebel, Jezebel, my Jezebel, it’s my soul to sell (?)
Jezebel, oh my Jezebel
I woke up to the sound of my favorite song
Looking out at the desert as we rolled along
Told Jezebel my throat was dry as a bone
While Bob Dylan sang like a rolling stone
So she stopped the car and she led the way
As we walked across the sand in the heat of the day
Until about four in the afternoon
When she found us an oasis in-between the dunes
As I kneeled by the water for to quench my thirst
Jezebel dove into the pool headfirst
I saw the pile of her clothes that she’d left behind
And it was then that I knew what she had on her mind
When I looked back up she was standing there
On the opposite shore in her underwear
When she grinned at me, I knew I couldn’t say no
And you can prob’ly guess how the next part goes
(C)
We walked out of the oasis hand in hand
And everywhere we stepped, flowers grew from the sand
We didn’t need to eat by the sweat of my brow
‘Cuz everything we needed came right out of the ground
By the time we got back to her Volkswagen bus
We’d brought a little Paradise along with us
We got back on the road and headed east
What used to be a desert was a forest of trees
Now some might think I was her prey from the start
She broke into my chest and stole my heart
But my love’s locked down like a pirate’s treasure
And if she took it from me, it was because I let her
She’s not a princess and I’m not a prince
But there’s a point to my story and it goes like this
There was no devil on my shoulder tempting me down to hell
Just an asphalt angel named Jezebel
(C)