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On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong
She became a beauty, like a happy country song.
She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air
But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware

Down a dusty road in the evening glow,  
She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow.  
Deceptive beauty could melt iron men
Zoe earned the nickname of "The Siren."
 
Legends speak of shipwrecks in the past 
Homer has the captain tie himself to the mast
So he can safely see the beauty of the sirens by the sea
But nobody could survive my girl from Tennessee.

She's a distraction on the high road side,  
My advice to you, give her a berth wide
Cars jump the curb as they pass her by,  
Luxury cars wrecked; I've seen grown men cry.
She says it's not her problem, it's their self-control
She's not going to hide just to save each lonely soul.

She left Tennessee for Scotland, to find her family tree
I begged her, "wear a Burka," but she would not heed my plea
In Glasgow there were warnings on the radio wave,  
"There's a girl ahead with the soul of a knave."  
But eyes would betray, and hands let go,  
Into the heather, the cars would go.

So if you drive that highland trail,  
Keep your eyes ahead, pretend you're tied to the sail.  
There's plenty to look at - the lochs, the sheep
The scenery in the highlands makes your heart leap
Just don't look at my Zoe, and don't get sore
It's not her fault if you don't reach your door.

The SNP in Scotland has filed a complaint by diplomat
But I tell them - when it rains, get a hat.
She just looks pretty, the open minded must agree
Not to blame the USA for the disaster from Tennessee.

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