Lyrics Honeypie - Old 97's
My
old
lady
she's
young
at
heart
She's
got
a
crooked
smile
and
it's
a
work
of
art
She
got
legs
that
go
all
the
way
down
to
the
floor
And
I
could
not
love
her
any
more
My
old
lady
she's
a
wreckin'
ball
She
gets
me
up
against
the
wall
My
legs
go
broke
I
can't
catch
my
breath
But
it's
all
good
because
I
love
her
to
death
And
she
likes
it
when
call
her
honeypie
And
she
likes
it
when
I
call
her
pretty
baby
But
the
one
thing
she
don't
like
Is
when
call
her
my
old
lady
When
we
met
we
were
fresh
and
green
Shiny
as
a
page
in
a
magazine
We
figured
out
what
we
had
was
good
And
I
moved
into
her
neighborhood
Over
the
years
we
blossomed
and
bloomed
Time
crawled
a
while
and
then
it
zoomed
Stackin'
up
memories
like
stackin'
up
wood
She
lights
me
up
and
it
burns
so
good
And
she
likes
it
when
I
get
her
all
alone
And
she
likes
it
when
I
get
a
little
crazy
But
the
one
thing
she
don't
like
Is
when
I
call
her
my
old
lady
And
she
likes
it
when
call
her
honeypie
And
she
likes
it
when
I
call
her
pretty
baby
But
the
one
thing
she
don't
like
Is
when
call
her
my
old
lady
So
I
call
her
honeypie
But
she's
my
old
lady
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.