Katie was a sadie from north Indiana,
I met her down in Panama.
She was standing on the corner, limin' her Corona,
Bluest eyes I ever saw.
I was cruisin' down the street, she was wavin' at me,
So I pulled over to the side of the road,
Rolled down my window, and gave her a grin,
Said "Girl, where you wanna go?"
She said, "Take me to a spot down by the pier,
I hear you could see Mexico from there.
There's gotta be more down here I haven't seen."
And I said, "If you're feeling kinda crazy and you wanna get away,
And some lovin's what you need, girl, climb on up, into my truck,
You're comin' home with me."
We spent the next couple days, playin' in the waves,
Under that Florida sun.
Sure it was just spring break, but I couldn't shake,
Feelin' like she was the one.
I had her sayin' "ya'll", I was rubbin' off,
She couldn't get enough of the way I talked,
It wasn't long, before she said,
"Take me to a spot in a little town,
Where a pick-up truck is how you get around,
That's sure something I'd like to see."
And I said, "if you're feeling kinda crazy and you wanna get away
And some country's what you need, girl, change your flight,
You're comin' home with me."
Now we moved here and settled down,
And my pick-up truck is how we get around.
There ain't a star in the sky that we ain't seen.
And when we're feeling kinda crazy and we wanna get away,
We cruise down to the beach,
And we talk about the day that everything changed,
When she came home with me.
Yeah, when she came home with me.
Katie was a sadie from North Indiana,
Thank God for Panama.
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