She Could Have Wrote The Twilight Zone
She’s got a little shack up on timber Creek
Where she makes moonshine and grows good weed
She doesn’t need a gun for protection
She’s got a Wolf dog that will rip you one
She believes in fairies and hobbits and gnomes
She could have wrote the twilight zone
My mother sure as hell wouldn’t understand
What a free hippie Gypsy does to a man
She likes to ride a magic carpet dream
High on mushroom tea and mescaline
She believes in ferries and hobbits and gnomes
She could have wrote the twilight zone
She hates the itch of clothes on skin
She likes to dance wearing only the wind
She’s the kind every man should test drive
On a mountaintop in full moonlight
She believes in fairies and hobbits and gnomes
She could have wrote the twilight zone
She can ignore all the noise
So she can hear the silent voice
She sees crazy things only the blind see
She hears things no one believes
She believes in fairies and hobbits and gnomes
She could have wrote the twilight zone
