They hung a sign up in out town. if you live it up, you wont. Live it down. So, she left monte rio, son. Just like a bullet leaves a gun. With charcoal eyes and monroe hips.
Hush a wild violet, hush a band of gold. hush you're in a story i heard somebody told. tear the promise from my heart, tear my heart today. you have found another, oh baby i must go away.