Omaha

She was born on a farm way back in '57 Got a free education up until the age 11 Her father drove a Ford, and her mother drove her mad They would bicker, and they'd squall about what the other had He got drunk twice a week, and they carried him back home She never lied except on Sundays and on the telephone She called her father, she told him what he didn't wanna to hear He watched her crying in the rearview mirror They don't make cars like they used to They don't make many things good And so you pray to God, but you row for the shore All the ones that you love are only bones and blood She joined the circus with her eyes every time it passed on through She hung out with the freaks and talked no colors, only blue When the wind rose, she watched the circus packing up There was always room for Sally Ann in Marlow's truck She built a fire on the ground, and they danced around the flames The sweet tang of the moonshine, and he carved her name On the back of his hand with a foldaway knife She never washed that blade although she had it all her life Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She found the love of her life in a broken down car He had ivory ribs and a smile that stood ajar Grit-grey eyes and skinny blue jeans You can wash this boy with water, but he'll never come clean It gets a little hazy right around here I lost her trail 2004 Omaha A house with nine doors Seventeen windows and a broken down Ford They don't make cars like they used to They don't make many things good And so you pray to God, but you row for the shore All the ones that you love are only bones and blood They don't make cars like they used to They don't make many things good And so you pray to God, but you wade for the shore All the ones that you love are only bones and blood Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh