I'm talking 'bout smithereens, just you in a pair of jeans
I slammed my door and said, "You don't know what you're talking about"
And like a piece of dust on a four lane road
And she called out, "Honey, it's Ray"
Some guy's on the porch with a big bouquet
I was blown away
I slammed my door and said, "You don't know what you're talking about"
And you softly touched my face
Well I never did feel a train go by
Honey I was blown away
I seen hidin' her hair and no dynamite but honey I was blown away
But honey I was blown away
Then on a Tuesday night Daddy said
Big sister said, "You'd better watch out"
As you stood there with your slicked-back hair
Now I know what crazy means
And when we slipped out back across the railroad track
Well I never did feel a train go by
Big sister said, "You'd better watch out"
And later on that fall at the Dixie Mall when I didn't know what to say
Mama said I sang when the telephone rang
