Ma**y Ferguson - Wenatchee Eyes lyrics

There's an itch I can't scratch right there on my pride There's no cure for what she gave me down there on the riverside She said don't worry, don't worry She'll pa** that apple blossom pie Before we knew it we were right back home Baby's rough around the edges Those Wenatchee Eyes High-heel shoes and boxed white wine Started drinking red and it went downhill from there She was swaying back and forth on a folding chair Baby's rough around the edges Those Wenatchee Eyes High-heel shoes and boxed white wine Sunday morning rolls around, these orchards won't pick themselves She said I got to go, got some work to do by myself She said don't worry, don't worry, baby don't worry at all If you're ever lonely pick up the phone and give that 509 a call Baby's rough around the edges Those Wenatchee Eyes High-heel shoes and PX wine Baby's rough around the edges She gave me those Wenatchee Eyes There's no doctor I can find Baby's rough Yes, she's rough There is no doctor I can find