Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend tryin' to scrub off the dirt Some heading home to their families some wearing trouble on their shirts Somedriving down to Stovall just looking to get hurt
I work for the country out on 95 Just holdin' that red flag watchin' the traffic pass me by All day I keep a picture of my baby in my head At night I dream I'm with her, laying in my bunkhouse bed
Seen her at the canteen down at the Legion hall She came in with her brothers standin' back up against the wall Me and her we'd go walking down by the union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
Grey clouds stretch across the white moon Sitting in the backyard in my old car We hum out of tune
Well I saved up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say Said "Now son can't you see that she's just a little girl Who don't know nothing bout the meanness in this world
Took off dawn to Florida we got along all right One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day She was sad and the judge was mad and heput me straight away Well they said she was too young She was no younger than I've been When she put her arms around me and the night closed in
Well sometimes I dream of getting out of here Heading down towards them old tracks I swore I'd come and get her But I know I ain't never going back
There's nights I can't sleep No matter how hard I try So from my window I watch the moonlight Fall on the far hillside
I imagine I put on my jacket Go down to this little roadside bar
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