Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
 Meet the munch for business lunch
 But your feet bleed under the table

 But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
 You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
 You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk
 You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock

 Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
 Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
 She met Mr.Mike in'89
 But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside

 But Suwannee Jo, You're dark and slow
 You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
 Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,
 You can take a woman's husband
 but you don't want to marry him
 You just want to hold him

 Nora Mable, behind your table
 Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
 But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written
 Your brain's under "M" in the library missing

 Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul
 (Nothing more important than following your soul