White Lies and Picket Fences

Billy leaned on the hood of the car With a match stick in his mouth And I watched him through The crack in the windshield We were goin' South All the way down to Alabama Said he had a job down there But we were gonna drive Just a little bit further And get a room somewhere We drove past little white houses With porch swings and there was Always someone else's kids in the yard And I remember sayin' "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could live that way" And he was always sayin', "We were gonna But sometimes you should listen to your mama 'Cause someday, some boy is gonna tell ya How he'll treat you like a princess But sometimes they're just little white lies With picket fences Well, I spent most of that year waitin' tables 'Cause Billy's job, well, it didn't work out And one night he took the cash That we kept in the kitchen And he cut clean out of town Now I'm looking out the window Of this run down apartment A little older now and six months along And sometimes I think about Billy But most times I don't I think about little white houses With porch swings and there was Always someone else's kids in the yard And I remember sayin' "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could live that way And he was always sayin' "We were gonna But sometimes you should listen to your mama 'Cause someday, some boy is gonna tell ya How he'll treat you like a princess But sometimes they're just little white lies With picket fences Billy leaned on the hood of the car With a match stick in his mouth