Written by: John Stewart      I can’t hold it on the road, you’re sitting right beside me   And I’m drunk out of my mind, merely from the fact   That you aren’t here      And I’ve not been known as the Saint of San Juaquin   And I just as soon right now pull on over   To the side of the road and I’ll show you what I mean      CHORUS      Lah dah dye .... Lah dah dah dye….   July, you’re a woman   More than any woman I’ve ever known      Well I cannot see the white lines out before me   And you’re sitting there with your hand on my collar   You’re talking in my ear      Yeah and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon   She’s the daughter of the Devil   Ain’t it strange that I should mention her to you   I haven’t thought of that girl in years      CHORUS      I can’t hold it on the road you’re sitting right beside me   And I’m drunk out of my mind   Merely from the fact that you are here      Yeah, and I have been around with a gypsy girl named Shannon   She’s the daughter of the Devil   Ain’t it strange that I should mention her to you      I haven’t thought of that girl in years