Red Flannel

It was a Thursday or a Wednesday

Late on a frosty night

There was something 'bout her presence

That made me look back twice

There she sat right at the barstool

Took her whisky without ice

Then she left without a warning

But she was on my mind

Guess it would be a lonely night

All alone no one laying by my side

Another night of drowning out all my regrets

Another woman walking out I'll never forget

So I looked back to where she sat

On the stool was something that had caught my glance

It was her red, worn-down flannel

Left on purpose or on accident

She forgot was the confession

When I drove her home that night

But her smile had made me question

If that was just a lie

Guess it would be a lonely night

All alone no one laying by my side

Another night of drowning out all my regrets

Another woman walking out I'll never forget

So I looked back to where she sat

In my truck was something that had caught my glance

It was her red, worn-down flannel

Left on purpose or on accident

Well that night turned into many

But we broke it off too soon

She said she had to keep on moving

She was a child of the moon

Guess it would be a lonely night

All alone no one laying by my side

Another night of drowning out all my regrets

Another woman walking out I'll never forget

As I looked through the photographs

On the shelf was something that had caught my glance

It was her red, worn-down flannel

Left on purpose or on accident

It was her red, worn-down flannel

Left on purpose

As I looked through the photographs

On the shelf was something I'll never forget

It was her red, worn-down flannel

Left on purpose or accident