When I was just a little girl My mama said to me Beware of the devil my child In the dark rocky places he'll keep Beware of the devil my child Beware
Where in the hell can you go Far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way About a 1,000 miles a day?
Well, I lived in a town, way down south By the name of Owensboro And I worked in a mill with the rest of the trash As we?re often called as you know
A woman of beauty A woman of pain In France or Jakarta Her shadow's the same You go home with Sally Ann You go home with Sally Ann You go home A woman
La La La La La You've been so kind and generous, I don't know how you keep on giving For your kindness I'm in debt to you For your selflessness, my admiration