greedy dirty men

 

 

 

In a town built on a coal mine whorehouses and stills

 

she`s planting paper flowers on her windowsill

 

waiting for nobody to come who never will

 

in a town build on a coal mine whorehouses and stills

 

 

 

she ain`t got nobody he ain`t got no soul

 

a drunken preacher tied them together to be whole

 

his father runs the coal mines and the gallows pole

 

she ain`t got nobody he ain`t got no soul

 

 

 

and the black soot rain is pouring down again

 

the distant whistle of the weekly train bringing

 

greedy dirty men greedy dirty men

 

the one to pick her flower won`t be there again

 

 

 

at night she sneaks down main street and peers into the bars

 

her flowers in her basket and high hopes in her heart

 

whores on their knees in the alleys laughter screams and shots

 

at night she sneaks down main street and peers into the bars

 

 

 

will he be there tonight

 

will his eyes meet mine tonight

 

my flowers scattered in the mud

 

will he pick them up then he could have my

 

heart and my heaving breast

 

to lay upon his needy chest

 

to take the burnin bullet in

 

when jealousy steps in

 

and brings to an end

 

a love that was just meant

 

to begin

 

 

 

and the black soot rain ...