Down On Her Luck
She was down on her luck, down to her last dollar
And no one around to lend a helping hand
She trusted that sucker but now he was gone for good
As sad songs where played by some old blues band
They rode into New Orleans early last Friday
But now he was nowhere in sight
Maybe another woman’s arms filled him with her charms
And with her he would spend another peaceful night
She herself found a few lovers that stayed the night
But real meals for her hunger were rare
They only wanted what she had just for the moment
As for the rest they really didn’t care
A year or was it two, she couldn’t recall
Just those long one night stands in between
One lonely girl caught up in her world
And still wearing tight Conway jeans
She’s hungry and tired, cold and alone
In a town that shows no mercy at all
They’ll laugh and leave as you die in the street
As only the cold dark shadows give a call
Too many nights alone crying real tears
But no longer will she hunger in pain
She’s now the city’s problem lying cold and dead
In the street that never knew her name
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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