Her face read like Anna Karenina She was strong as that old gypsum weed And oh she could dance like a blind beggars hand Just waiting for someone to see
She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont Carried on like the old Suwannee And she came along like a ravenous song So hungry for someone to sing
The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no name
Her eyes they were set like a cannon And boy, they'd blow you away And she'd cross your mind Like a cheap box of wine Where each sip is like a track switch and train
She swore like a dry county welder She's pry on the side seldom seen And she could make love like Augusta Road And just buckle like the bends in a creek
The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no name
The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
