Massy Ferguson Wenatchee Eyes lyrics

There's an itch I can't scratch right there on my pride
There's no cure for what she gave me down there on the riverside

She said don't worry, don't worry
She'll pass that apple blossom pie
Before we knew it we were right back home

Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine

Started drinking red and it went downhill from there,
She was swaying back and forth on a folding chair

Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine

Sunday morning rolls around, these orchards won't pick themselves

She said I got to go, got some work to do by myself

She said don't worry, don't worry, baby don't worry at all
If you're ever lonely pick up the phone and give that 509 a call

Baby's rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and PX wine

Baby's rough around the edges
She gave me those Wenatchee Eyes
There's no doctor I can find

Baby's rough
Yes, she's rough
There is no doctor I can find