Kuschty Rye - Ronnie Lane

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

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

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

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

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

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…