Junkie Girl

Eyes as black as Kentucky coal
 Looking like a vulture for the rest of her soul
 A day, not long ago, she cannot recall
 Writing words in a
 Across the tracks where they're no longer heard
 Stories of daggers where those long eyebrows halt
 The smartest woman that I'd ever met
 Sink so low that I'd never forget
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 I really do think that I love her
 She's been with rambler men, she's been down
 From the gates of the kingdom from Lucifer's town
 What are you hiding, girl, what are you running from?
 Pain from pain, just looking out
 Was it the fear or was it the doubt
 That got you running, girl, that got you feeling low?
 I don't think she felt me at all
 Countin' all the ways she can make me crawl
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 I really do think that I love her, alright
 She'd talk to me in ways I couldn't recognize
 Rings on her toes and bruises on her thighs
 Strangely enough, she was impressively well read
 Caught like this, it doesn't do much good
 Read the horoscopes and knock on wood
 Strange to relive when there's so much of you that dies
 There's not much anyone can do
 When circus souls turn black and blue
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 I really do think that I love her
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 She's my junkie girl
 And I really do think that I love her
 I think that I love her
 Yeah, I think that I love her
 I think that I love her