Fallen Women — текст песни (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 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 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 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



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