Lyrics Fallen women Tom T. Hall

Fallen women

She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes

Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's learned to survive

She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style

And her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile

The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt

By telling a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse with himself

In my mind I can see her room the place where the woman lives

The rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose

And the ceiling that leaks like a sieve

And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a flag

And a letter from home that she's read ten times and an old blue traveling bag

You know that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on

But no queen could love him more

And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores

Lord she'll get no pity from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care

But life is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more than her share

As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just found me one

There's a difference in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on