Lyrics German Mustard - Townes Van Zandt

German Mustard

Ah, my baby come walking
Walking nice and slow
Like a Mo
My baby come
Come nice and slow
Wear a good man out
Like a son of a bitch
Then they turn around
And smile at you, babe
Like they didn’t know you
They pump that bad blood in ya
Just like a fireman shooting dogs
Fireman don’t carry no guns
Everybody knows that
They pump that bad
Just like a fireman shooting dogs
Keep low when the shooting starts
Um, um, huh
The guitar, coming up
My baby, say you lonesome
I say, baby, you don’t know what it means, naw, naw
Kiss me and some of my friends
My baby, say you lonesome
I have a little drink and say
You don’t know what it means
Ooh, man
That German mustard
Between your jeans