I’m a little bit country – a little bit rock and roll
AND TO CELEBRATE THE BAND WE SAW LAST NIGHT, OR RATHER, WHAT’S LEFT OF IT……………………………….
Every time I think that I’m the only one who’s lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
He’s told me a million times he’s sorry
I always take him back, though soon I know
He’ll spend the night with you and let me cryin’
You don’t love him, but you won’t let him go
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way into New Orleans
Don’t bother sittin’ at my table
Just because I’m on my own
Yes I’m a woman and I’m lonely
But that don’t mean I can’t be strong
Once again he’s not beside me
And tonight he won’t be coming home
so I just need a place to miss my baby
When he goes out to do me wrong
…I got that deer-in-the-headlight look.
She read my face like the cover of a book and said,
“Don’t expect me to believe all that static,
’cause just last week I threw that hammock in the attic.”
I went down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary’s crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring from Walter Browning’s hand