Thick-Skinned Blues
(ⓒ2007 Pat Wictor)

She's as sweet as a Granny Smith, easy as a bed of nails
She's coming on like a freight train when you're tied down to the rails
Oh, but now she's got me good
And her smile says, "This ain't no time to think about sin."
You know I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in

She's a flash flood on an August day, she's steady as a leaf in a storm
Kind as a Minnesota blizzard, and sometimes she's just as warm
Oh, and now I've got her good
But her smile says, she don't mind letting me win
You know I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in

She's the rumor of gold in the riverbed, she's the crack as you step on the ice
She's the kinda song that gets stuck in your head, she's the fix when you roll the dice
I could lie and say I've had enough
But my smile says, I can take it right here, on the chin
You know, I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in