Fallen Women Lyrics

(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 were painfully set
In a look that resembles the 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 roam
The place where the woman lives
The rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose
And the ceiling that leeks like a sieve.Tom T. Hall - Fallen Women - http://motolyrics.com/tom-t-hall/fallen-women-lyrics.html

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 ever 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 find me one
There's a difference in a fallen women
And the one who is still hangin' on...