Fallen Women Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes 

Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's learned to survive 

She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style 

And her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile 

The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt 

By telling a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse with himself 

In my mind I can see her room the place where the woman lives 

The rollers and the curlers and the old panty hose 

And the ceiling that leaks like a sieve 

And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a flag 

And a letter from home that she's read ten times and an old blue traveling bag 

You know that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on 

But no queen could love him more 

And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores 

Lord she'll get no pity from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care 

But life is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more than her share 

As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just found me one 

There's a difference in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on 

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