Lin Robinson Copyright Wenatchee Girl Music 1989


Sandy picked me up at the station
I hadn't been expecting a ride
She rolled up a joint, wouldn't come to the point
Asked me how I liked it outside

She drove us out away from the city
Spread a blanket out on the grass
Poured me a drink, asked me what would I think
About a getting' outta jail piece of ass
But I told her, no, Sandy
I ain't dealing no more
I got a kind of message
I oughta shut down the store
I don't want your brandy
I don't wanna ride in your car
Somehow inside of those stone walls
I found out how things are
Sandy drove me down to a motel
Asked how I was doing for dough
Said she'd be discreet 'til I was back on my feet
If I wanted she could front me some blow

Said she knew I still had connections
Knew I still could score by the pound
That I'd been abused and was a little confused
But if I wanted her she'd still be around
I told her, no, Sandy
I ain't makin' no deals
They had me locked down in prison
And now I know how it feels
I don't want your nose candy
I don't wanna hear you knock on my door
But if I get it together
I might just stop by and score.