I could get dressed up and tell you at your worst Someone better suited will always get there first You used to know how to turn salt into honey I'll let you tell it, go on and make your money So i turned off the highway at my exit Still singing yellow rose of texas And my street still looks the same In six months i won't hear your name Once i was a curled snake, a sleeper, asleep Belly in the dust never playing to keep And in the end, you weren't so dead wrong And anyway it made for a good song How can i help you? What do you need