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There was a pretty young thing,
from just outside of New Orleans,
that worshipped the ground that he walked on.

She was an innocent girl,
not understanding how the world,
could be so full of hate and frustration.

Was her husband’s love and joy,
and her blue-eyed baby boy,
were what gave her all that she needed.

So when he brought home his lies,
and then convinced her to try,
the warning signs were never heeded.

At first it was only beer,
until it soon became clear,
that she had to have something stronger.

Used to be work and straight home,
but then she started to roam,
out for just a few hours longer.

Looking for the kind of men,
who would give her joy again,
nothing now was too hard to swallow.

She found that alcohol made her feel alive,
the pills could keep her running high,
without them she only felt empty and hallow. 

Now it’s Jack Daniels to go,
a couple lines up her nose,
to just relieve the day’s irritations.

So when her husband moved on,
and they took away her son,
left her filled with grief and rejection.

Now there’s little more than bones,
when she stands there all alone,
watching fear reflect in the mirror.

She is lost and neglected,
with a mind that’s infected,
there’s no escaping from her terror.

She was a pretty young thing,
from just outside of Reed’s Spring,
that worshipped the ground that he walked on.

His love led her down a road,
that no one should ever go,
and everything she was, is now gone.

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