Crooked Bangs
Oh my my - yeah here she comes
Oh my my - yeah here she comes
Oh my my - yeah here she comes
Oh my my - oh my my
She barely eats enough to keep a bird alive
But she drink like Hemingway on Tuesday night
Don’t know her name, the girl with crooked bangs
Blew into town I guess it’s been a week
In her second hand jacket with the fringe on the sleeves
She don’t say her name, the girl with crooked bangs
Oh my my - yeah here she comes
Dancin’ with no one dancin’ all alone
Wish she was mine, the girl with crooked bangs
She pays no mind to all them other guys
She don’t need no partner she’s in love with life
Can’t guess her name, the girl with crooked bangs
She screams like thunder when they play her song
But she leaves like lightning once the band is done
Don’t need no name, the girl with crooked bangs
Oh my my - yeah here she comes
Dancin’ with no one dancin’ all alone
Wish she was mine, the girl with crooked bangs
Walked up to her but couldn’t find the words
So she said “hey, can I help you”
Maybe next time I’ll have the nerve
To ask her name, to ask her name
Oh my my - yeah there she goes
Dancin’ with no one dancin’ all alone
Wish she was mine, the girl with crooked bangs
Oh my my - yeah there she goes
Dancin’ with no one dancin’ all alone
Wish she was mine, the girl with crooked bangs
Cameron Johnson – vocals and guitars
Brad Benge – background vocals, drums and bass
Angel Snow – background vocals
Jen Gunderman – Accordion
Words and Music by Cameron Johnson and Bruce Johnson
Produced by Brad Benge
Copyright 2016 Ten ‘til Two Music / Bruce Johnson
Member ASCAP