She's a schemer and she makes me bad but I love her a lot those lonely nights I was in a big room playing my things oh I wish she were here she can be so kind when she's not trying to hide she tries not to love me but she knows she can CHORUS And why don't you come on back from way out west and love me we can work out the rest She thinks she's a mystery to all but I know what's behind those eyes sometimes I think she'll make me forget what I need most to remember and then I'll slip on back even if they say it's better.