Near Mrs. - LANCO

She was tan, she was classy

From southern Tallahassee

And her daddy had the Kennedy hair

She graduated Vandy

Old money and a hand-me-down

Country club sorority flair

Woulda been a good wife

Woulda been a good life

Couple kids in some khaki shorts

She started talking 'bout marriage

And I knew 3 carats

Wouldn’t shine in my rusty old ford

Here’s to all my near Mrs.

Give them all my best wishes

And close call kisses that never came through

Thank God I didn’t ever say I do

Here’s to all the lost chances

Last call romances

'Cause if those near Mrs. had ever come through

I would’ve missed out on you

She was sweet, she was mean

From New Orleans, she tried to put me in her voodoo spell

A wildfire raging

A French Quarter cajun

And her brother did some time in jail

LA was pretty and New York was witty and

Chicago got too cold for me

I went all around the world

For a marrying girl

All the while she was in Tennessee

Here’s to all my near Mrs.

Give them all my best wishes

And close call kisses that never came through

Thank God I didn’t ever say I do

Here’s to all the lost chances

Last call romances

'Cause if those near Mrs. had ever come through

I would’ve missed out on you, yeah

Come on now, hey

Here’s to all my near Mrs.

Give them all my best wishes

And close call kisses that never came through

Thank God I didn’t ever say I do

Here’s to all the lost chances

Last call romances

'Cause if those near Mrs. had ever come through

I would’ve missed out on you

Yeah, I probably would of ended up something blue

And I would’ve missed out on you