First Edition (The)
My Washington Woman
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enoughFrom time to time a nickel on a race keeps him from giving upA blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared streetBut there was food on the table for my Washington woman and meThe work slowed down and the one dayThe foreman laid me offThat night in a tavern down on my last dimeI met a girl from ArkensalHer daddy was a banker in Little RockShe had a mansion on white collared streetThe next morning my Washington woman woke up without meFrom city to city, and state to state, I get her in shameMy Washington woman had six months leftBefore out child would bring her painThat Arkensal woman hurt meAs we crossed the Arkensal lineBut the arms of SeattleAre the arms that kept huggin' mineFor year I have basked in expensive winesTaste champagne every daySongtexteI gave up all the things I lovedFor all these things I hateI locked up all of her forgiveness, the day I set myself freeAnd the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for meMy Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a whileInside a folded wordless page is a picture of my childAll but words, the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousyAnd there's a silence betweenMy Arkensal woman and me
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