I saw her in Roosevelt Springs, where time doesn't touch anything
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She never did say she could sing, but I figured it so
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I needed some company then, not sisters or children or men
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That's a hell of a spot to be in, but she put me in tow
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Money and liquor and lust had taken my heart and my trust
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I could see ashes and dust were headed my way
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She tended bar in the town
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Her alto settled me down
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I started hanging around
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Didn't need much to say
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She smelled like cigarettes and wine
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And she kept me happy all the time
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I know that ain't much of a line
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but it's the Gods' own truth
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She lives down inside of me still
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Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
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She left me alone with these pills
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In the last of my youth
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Wings on her shoulders and feet, a bar on Gethsemane Street
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I took time to plan my retreat, and backed out the door
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I must be attracted to those who've witnessed a man in the throes
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Of life that ain't grindstone to nose, but pedal to floor
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She smelled like cigarettes and wine
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And she kept me happy all the time
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I know that ain't much of a line
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But it's the Gods' own truth
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She lives down inside of me still
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Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
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She left me alone with these pills
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In the last of my youth
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Lost on the dry side of town
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My memories slowing me down
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She shook me and I came around
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I came back to life
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With nary a mother or dad
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She showed me what I never had
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The princess of leaves, she gets sad
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'Cause I won't take a wife
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She smelled like cigarettes and wine
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And she kept me happy all the time
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I know that ain't much of a line
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But it's the Gods' own truth
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She lives down inside of me still
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Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
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She left me alone with these pills
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In the last of my youth
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Cigarettes And Wine
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| Jason Isbell |
