Текст песни Tom T. Hall - Fallen Women
Tom T. Hall - Fallen Women слова песни
She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyesSurprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who`s learned to surviveShe empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional styleAnd her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smileThe small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she`s dealtBy telling a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse with himselfIn my mind I can see her room the place where the woman livesThe rollers and the curlers and the old panty hoseAnd the ceiling that leaks like a sieveAnd there`s pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a flagAnd a letter from home that she`s read ten times and an old blue traveling bagYou know that man she loves ah he`s puttin` her onBut no queen could love him moreAnd in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shoresLord she`ll get no pity from me no she`s tough and she wouldn`t careBut life is made up of wishes and dreams and she`s had more than her shareAs I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just found me oneThere`s a difference in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin` on