Maureen, Maureen John Prine

Maureen, Maureen
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane
Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us
But he got me real nervous and mean

He was fat and he stank
And God knows that he drank more than we do
So I shot him in the first class
Then I bailed out and ran home to you

But you don't believe me
I could tell by your smile
Honey, why don't you leave me?
Get lost for awhile, Maureen

Maureen, Maureen
There's a hole in between where we come from
And the things that I'm thinking
Ain't necessarily the things that I say

I may have lied to myself
But I tried to tell God how I love you
But even He don't answer
His phone anymore when I pray

And you don't believe me
I could tell by your smile
Honey, why don't you leave me?
Just get lost for awhile, Maureen