"Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed. I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine.Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes? I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind."