Little girl, who was almost a ladyShe had a way with all the men in her lifeEvery inch of her blossoming beautyShe w
as born on the Fourth of JulyWell, she lived in an aluminum house trailerAnd she worked in a jukebox saloonAnd she spent al
l the money that I give herJust to see the old man in the moonChorus:I used to sleep at the foot of Old GloryAnd awake in
the dawn's early lightBut, much to my surprise, when I opened my eyesI was a victim of the great compromiseWell, we'd go
out on Saturday eveningsTo the drive-in on Route forty-oneIt was there that I first suspectedShe was doin what she'd already
doneShe said, Johnny, won't you get me some popcorn?And she knew I had to walk pretty farAnd as soon as I passed through
the moonlightShe hopped into a foreign sports carChorusWell, you know I could have beat up that fellaBut it was her tha
t had hopped into his carMany times I had fought to protect herBut this time she was going too farNow, some folks, they ca
ll me a cardCause I left her at the drive-in that nightWell, I'd ruther have names thrown at meThan to fight for a thing tha
t ain't rightChorusWell, she writes all the fellas love lettersSaying, Greetings, come and see me real soonAnd they go
and line up in the bar roomSpend the night in that sick woman's roomWell, sometimes I get awful lonelyAnd I wish she was m
y girl insteadBut she won't let me live with herAnd she makes me live in my headChorus