| I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies |
| All the way down half a crowded block |
| And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies |
| But it was never you on my block |
| I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass |
| At Fireside’s liquor store |
| At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana |
| At sweet Suzy Q’s up around the corner |
| The way you call to the woods |
| Is how the woods call back to you |
| I used to hear the front door slam |
| I’d run right out into the street |
| Doing that crazy dance |
| Spinning left to right |
| My head in my hands |
| My momma left me alone tonight |
| And she always said |
| The way you call to the woods |
| Is how the woods call back to you |
| How am I gonna get my work done |
| With you looking at me? |
| I bring home the bacon |
| Fry it up in a pan |
| I wear that sweet perfume |
| To find myself a better man |
| The way you call to the woods |
| Is how the woods call back to you |