Well, I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I've been one poor correspondent
And I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
I got some money in my pocket, I got the car keys in my hand
I got myself a couple of tickets, to see a rock'n rollin' band
Come on girl just get on your shoes, we're gonna hear some sounds
Come on babe you know there ain't no time to mess around-round-round....
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie - let your hair hang down