I'm walkin' out on a dusty road The sky is blue and my t-shirts torn Up on a hill I found my thrill And down in the valley I got my fill.
Her skin was fair and her hair was long Her body built with a frame strong She broke down my front door at dawn And now we're in bed and the day is done
Oh, but a man he can't always pretend, that he does understand
So I'm gonna keep somethings well hid In a wooden box with a tight lid Up on the hill I'll sing my tune With my ear to the ground and my eyes on the moon
Oh but a man he can't always pretend, that he does understand