Jeffreys Girls

When I was a young man making hay
I knew the farm life wasn't my way
I need Noonan Georgia
Like a pig needs scrapple
Loaded my Chevy truck
Drove to the Big Apple

Well the city was as lonely as  a  night in Plains
Just another face without a name
So I shed my boots and my flannel shirt
And hid my life of sweat and dirt
Became a sharp dressed villain
Without a scheme
Until I met Mister Epstein 

Well he said young man I'll make you proud
When you start hanging with the happening crowd
Let's hang out and you can meet the gang
I'll introduce you to my woman Gizlane

It all sounds too good to be true
A country bumpkin and a New York jew
I never thought I would come to regret 
The day the devil would collect his debt

Well I played my guitar and the crowd was charmed
I had two young women 
One for each arm
I didn't know they were just seventeen 
Thank the devil for nothing 
Thanks Mister Epstein 

It all sounds too good to be true
A country bumpkin and a New York jew
I never thought I would live to regret
The day the devil would collect his debt

Found myself in jail when I sought to be free
Caught in some grand conspiracy 
I swear I thought they were all eighteen
Thank the devil for nothing 
Thanks Mister Epstein 

male, live, country rock sung with a deep southern accent