Suwannee Jo Lyrics - Paula Cole

Idiot Kitty to New York City 

Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty 

Meet the munch for business lunch 

But your feet bleed under the table 

But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow 

You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts 

You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk 

You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock 

Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight 

Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm 

She met Mr. Mike in '89 

But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside 

But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow 

You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts 

Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold 

You can take a woman's husband but you don't want to marry him 

You just want to hold him 

Nora Mable, behind your table 

Expensive knowledge from ten years of college 

But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written 

Your brain's under 'M', in the library missing 

Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul 

Nothing more important than following your soul