Cecilia

Gypsy woman, come inside now

And take a load off your feet

You've been pounding the pavement

Ain't told a fortune in weeks

She spends her money on tequila

She says, it keeps her warm

They call her many things but her name's Cecilia

Now don't you know? Now don't you know?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cecilia

Don't you know the streets will kill ya?

Don't you know your mama misses ya?

Don't you know? Don't you know?

Gypsy woman, say she don't need ya

And asks for a ride to the liquor store

She kills the bottle, gives praise to Jesus

Then passes out on your living room floor

She tells the story of a shotgun wedding

And a birth of a stillborn child

She was only 13 and her little body wasn't ready

Babies watching babies die

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cecilia

Don't you know the streets will kill ya?

Don't you know your mama misses ya?

Don't you know? Don't you know?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cecilia

I have seen the beauty in ya

Don't you know you're one in a million?

Don't you know? Don't you know?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cecilia

Don't you know the streets will kill ya?

Don't you know your mama misses ya?

Don't you know? Don't you know?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cecilia

I have seen the beauty in ya

Don't you know you're one in a million?

Don't you know? Don't you know?

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia

Cecilia