Tom T. Hall "Fallen Women" |
(Tom T. Hall) She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll A strange look there in her eyes Surprisingly quick with her movements Like a woman who's learned to survive. She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze In a crude but professional style And her facial contortions were painfully set In a look that resembles the smile. The small crowded bar roars loud its approval Of some verbal blow that she's dealt By telling a trucker from the Redball Express To have intercourse with himself. In my mind I can see her roam The place where the woman lives The rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose And the ceiling that leeks like a sieve. And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny And June and Kennedy there with a flag And a letter from home that she's read ten times And an old blue traveling bag. You know that man she loves, ah, he's puttin' her on But no queen could ever love him more And in her mind their ship will sail To a hundred exotic shores. Lord, she'll get no pity from me No, she's tough and she wouldn't care But life is made up of wishes and dreams And she's had more than her share. As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just find me one There's a difference in a fallen women And the one who is still hangin' on... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |