Kuschty Rye

[Verse 1]
Oh, where I come from there ain't nobody - nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul, is gold on Sunday - always evades the truth
Who's lingo comes from God knows where - and he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am when you call me your Kuschty Rye

[Chorus]
And I said, "Hey honey, I hold you way up too high for me"
Whoa, come on baby, I put you way up too high for me

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
She learned me life is sweet and God is good and he always will provide
She taught me all I never knew and she taught me more beside

[Chorus]
So I said, "Hey, come on honey, I hold you way up too high for me"
Whoa, now come on my baby, I put you way up too high for me

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Said, where I come from, there ain't nobody - nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul, she swears on Sunday - always evades the truth
Who's lingo comes from God knows where and he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am when you call me your Kuschty Rye

[Chorus]
So I said, "Hey, hey honey, I hold you way up too high for me"
Whoa, now come my baby, I put you way up too high for me
Whoa, sugar, I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on my baby, I put you...