Everly Brothers - Amanda Ruth Lyrics
Amanda, Amanda RuthWe read the paper and we pick the show,I’d meet her there but my watch was slowShe came early and I came lateWe never metIt was a hell of a dateAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthThe way we met, she was a friend of a friend,They needed money and I had it to lendShe had five; she wanted ten.I gave her all my moneySo I got none to spendAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthShe burns her biscuits and her gravy is strange,Can’t fry a chicken in a microwave range.Her salt’s tasty, her sugar’s sweetNo she can’t cookBut she’s got something to eatAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda RuthAmanda, Amanda Ruth