Suwannee Jo - Paula Cole

Idiot kitty to New York City

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)