Heart of the Roll

her mother was a seamstress her daddy worked in wood she went to church on Sunday just like every good girl should but who is her confessor now she wears devils hood is there anyone to hear her heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll sadie my ladie she's the heart of the roll she could have been a sculptor or made a masterpiece in paint she could have been a poet she could have been a saint but is she any poorer in your eyes for what she ain't she can make the midnight shine heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll sadie my ladie she's the heart of the roll so if you're passin by her window why don't you take a look inside she might need the conversation or a friend to be her guide and she won't try to steal your soul when she takes you for a ride she'll just make the midnight shine heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll heart of the roll sadie my ladie she's the heart of the roll