Dixie in a Minor Key

In the Greyhound Station with tender eyes of green

Shaking like a willow by the Coke machine

With sixteen winters just barely seen

Like a Polaroid of a broken dream

Her mothers habit on her apron strings

She played Dixie in a minor key

From pigeon Forge to Myrtle Beach

Where the angels sleep you know the devil dreams

There ain’t much love left for charity

At least around here that’s the way it seems

On a Friday night with her faded jeans

Down back behind the tasty freeze for a dirty needle and a place to sleep

She’s cold and alone at 27 weeks 51

The black muddy river was cold and deep

The night we pulled her body onto the Sandy Beach

Still Carrying the baby we’d never let her keep

She played Dixie in a minor key

From pigeon Forge to Myrtle Beach

Where the angels sleep you know the devil dreams

When You’d rather close a clinic down than lend a hand to those in need

In the Grevhound Station With tender eyes of green

Shaking like a willow by the Coke machine