Last year's tomato vines Lay rotten on the ground When the winter snow melts off You can see the remains of the day A window sill whiskey bottle Holds what’s left of February’s grief She wore a yellow gingham dress To the park that day Her hair tied up with blue ribbons Got to be that way Go ahead and lay her down, down, down Nothing left for me to say A stiff July breeze is blowing Through my dinning room window I still got hanging up those old curtains of yours They are pale green with a flower print They are blowing up like a great big balloon It's your ghost in the middle of the room She wore a yellow gingham dress To the park that day Her hair tied up with blue ribbons Got to be that way Go ahead and lay her down, down, down Nothing left for me to say Most nights now, I sleep in the yard I got to see them stars The back door is cracked open By an old gasoline can When it gets too cold to sleep out I think I'll set the whole thing on fire She wore a yellow gingham dress To the park that day Her hair tied up with blue ribbons Got to be that way Go ahead and lay her down, down, down Nothing left for me to say
