Mrs. Ferguson
On a cold winter's night as I was walking on my own
I felt sick and tired and hungover like a dog
I saw a neon sign saying, Mrs. Ferguson

I opened the door, I went in
Took a chair by the bar and that's where it all began
I looked the missy in the eyes and said, You got some for a man on the run?
She said, You ain't no man 'til you've driven Mrs. Ferguson

Once we got started there was lightning in the sky
The wolves howled at the moon, just for her and I
And then she filled my cup: whisky on the rocks, oh yeah
The earth started shaking, heart beat so fast
Visions got so blurry, tried hard to stay awake
And then she filled my cup, yet another whisky on the rocks, oh yeah
She was getting me down, that Mrs. Ferguson

Go, go, gasoline, adrenaline
Twenty shots to go
She's got it all, more than what you need
It takes a bad motherfucker to be driving around in
Mrs. Ferguson

At the end of the night, I was almost blinded
My world was spinning, I couldn't walk a straight mile
Still she filled my cup with yet another whisky on the rocks
She was getting me down, that Mrs. Ferguson

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All words and music by Supercharger.

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