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 are painfully set in a look that
resembles a 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 room the place where the woman lives The
rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose And
the ceiling that leaks like a sieve And there's
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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 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 found me one There's a difference in a fallen
woman and one who is still hangin' on