Garden-Up The Ashtray Dimps

And wash it all down With the hair of the dog, again So you're in the dumps. Your beau hasn't returned home. Your hearts going insane! With pain, shunning away the day- Again; so he's not returned home. So you've carved up your heart And served it up peppery, Stored - cured in tears of salt Unsatisfactory; feeling secondary. Feeling empty all the time darling When your beau goes out to play The cowboy in him sleeps in the hay Well, what the, hey Garden-up the ashtray dimps And wash it all down again Is what I say…? Is he worth it? Serve it up peppery, Stored - cured in tears of salt Unsatisfactory; feeling secondary. Baby, too me. He doesn't deserve a second chance I'll buy the cigs supply the beers For just you honey, And another late-night dance.