Miss M

Lyrics: Toby Oler
Music: Toby Oler

Sung by Elliott Peck with Midnight North with Phil Lesh guesting on bass in June 2014. Thanks to Toby Oler for supplying the lyrics.

Lordy Miss M, you know she shot that man
Blood ran out just like a watering can
Like a watering can, boy
Like a watering can

That calling line stood a country block
You shoulda heard that preacher talk
About church on Sunday
Save your kissin' till Monday
Don't you wait till Tuesday, boy
You might be dead and gone

Little Miss M, her sweet tomato sauce
Little bit of blood make a man see spots
A man see spots, boy
Make a man see spots

She left me up on the cinder blocks
Her struts and schock'd make the preacher talk
About church on Sunday
Save your kissin' till Monday
Don't you wait till Tuesday, boy
You might be dead and gone

I said Miss M, I'm a hog for you
Cut me down, she threw me in a stew
Threw me in a stew
The woman threw me in a stew

She said your hocks and your chops and your shoulder fat
Salt tears'll make it taste like
Church on Sunday
Save your kissin' till Monday
Don't you wait till Tuesday
You might be dead and gone
You might be dead and gone
You might be dead and gone