Corpus - Atta Boy

Tell Corpus Christi that you need a change

She’s headed westward on a two-prop plane

Not kiddin' anyone

Saved her money for the long, long run

She fell for Jimmy cause' he never speaks

Cower and dog behind a widow’s peak

Not foolin' anyone

She couldn’t help but burn into the sun

Don’t change, don’t change

Jane, don’t change

That’s what they’ll say

Jane, don’t change

Don’t change, Jane

Jane, don’t change

You’re dented Harley in the parking lot

The only picture that I ever got

Never ran out of luck

Your voice just like an Old Mac truck

Tell Corpus Christi that you need a change

You’re sippin' scotch atop a westward train

You dyed your hair jet black

And never got that monkey off your back

Don’t change, don’t change

Jane, don’t change

That’s what they’ll say

Jane, don’t change

Don’t change, Jane

Jane, don’t change

Don’t change, don’t change

Jane, don’t change

You stay the same

Jane, don’t change

Don’t change, Jane

Jane, don’t change

Don’t change, don’t change

Jane, don’t change