Annie Edson Taylor

My father owned a flower mill

Then died when I was twelve

Left some silver spoons, a pocket purse And a house for me to sell

But the fire took near everything

As far as I can tell

Hard times Hard times

And I made my way to Michigan to teach them how to dance Ragtime all the time in my patched paupers dress

But I saw the way they looked at me

penniless

Hard times Hard times

I am worn out tired and

I am torn to pieces

Trying everything that I know how

I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do

Do you love me now?

And I know that things are gonna change here soon

And bells’ll soon be rung

And Annie Edson Taylor will be the only song that’s sung No one will remember that

I was the one

Caught in hard times, hard times

I am worn out tired and

I am torn to pieces

Trying everything that I know how

I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do

Do you love me now?

I am worn out tired and

I am torn to pieces

Trying everything that I know how

I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do

Do you love me now?