Ode To Bobbie Gentry Songtext
von Sid Griffin

It was the third of July, another droopy sultry Vegas day
Rehearsals were starting and I knew I wouldn′t get my way
My band took five and I walked back to my dressing room
The director shouted: "Girl, you'd better be back soon"
He said "the union was not happy with the lights in here"
I knew my last performance was drawing near
My manager said "don′t listen to a thing they say
Most of it's bluster and I promise that you'll get your way
Five more rehearsals and you′ll be ready come the opening night"
My heart danced a beat yet something wasn′t feeling right


It seems like no one ever comes to no good in the showbiz world
I miss the Mississippi and me laughing as a little girl
Wardrobe said: "Hey, remember back in '67?
You were Chickasaw County thinking "This town′s heaven"
Hoping to God I'd turn out like Miss Fancy somehow
Look at me, I got it all, but oh Lord, what now?"

When you get what you wish for you′d better not complain
Success is awfully costly but it surely ought to hide my pain
My manager said: "What's happened to your appetite?
Catering cooked your favorites and you haven′t even touched a bite
That nice Billboard writer, man, he dropped by today
Said you might get the cover, oh, by the way
Said he saw you early on and he knew you'd rise to the top
But sometimes you rise too high and you just can't stop"

Christmas night in ′78 was my last gig
It was walk away softly or stay until I flipped my wig
I left the stage, the lights, the headlines and the limousines too
Now time is my time, I do what I want to do
Seems I spend a lot of time picking flowers below Choctaw Ridge
And laugh at the reflection in the water underneath the bridge
And laugh at the reflection in the water underneath the bridge