Written by Nichole Robbins and Amee Chapman
Randy she never played it straight
Centerfolds in the preacher’s grace
Loved a fire eater who poured CuttySark
Loads her wagons with wigs at dark
Ballroom Mama wont you show me the town?
They say they saw you sneakin around
Ballroom Mama don’t tell me those lies
Caught you coverin your tracks
Stepping on your cracks, dancing with your tutu on
Trucker’s mouth and playmate legs
Hitched herself cross the Golden Gate
Two weeks in the Portland cold
Knocked down knocked up headed home
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Bridge: Porcelain mornings and dead end nights
Twitches and visions no more lullabies
Wednesday worship and cardboard sleep
18 wheels and doublewide dreams
She something if nothing it’s nothing that she feels
Her minutes turn to hours and hours turn to years
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