Lyrics:

Little girl, who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of her blossoming beauty She was born on the Fourth of July Well, she lived in an aluminum house trailer And she worked in a jukebox saloon And she spent all the money that I give her Just to see the old man in the moon Chorus: I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And awake in the dawn's early light But, much to my surprise, when I opened my eyes I was a victim of the great compromise Well, we'd go out on Saturday evenings To the drive-in on Route forty-one It was there that I first suspected She was doin what she'd already done She said, Johnny, won't you get me some popcorn? And she knew I had to walk pretty far And as soon as I passed through the moonlight She hopped into a foreign sports car Chorus Well, you know I could have beat up that fella But it was her that had hopped into his car Many times I had fought to protect her But this time she was going too far Now, some folks, they call me a card Cause I left her at the drive-in that night Well, I'd ruther have names thrown at me Than to fight for a thing that ain't right Chorus Well, she writes all the fellas love letters Saying, Greetings, come and see me real soon And they go and line up in the bar room Spend the night in that sick woman's room Well, sometimes I get awful lonely And I wish she was my girl instead But she won't let me live with her And she makes me live in my head Chorus