DAVID MICHAEL MILLER

Lyrics

Spent
Words and Music by David Michael Miller

She was spent like a dime in the tollbooth, run like a river dry
Poured for the guests like a fine wine, she was spent like a dime

Momma gotta get up early working shy the sun
Gotta get the laundry drying since the washings all been done
Gotta keep them little babies in their bottles and their shoes,
Ain't no time for love or laughing got no time to feel the blues
Daddy was a player of the women and the cards
Took the big and busy highway, and it never took him far
And just like them little babies with his bottle and his shoes,
He was kicking her until she wouldn't bruise...

Momma gotta get up early working shy the sun
Gotta get the old man buried since the diggins all been done
Gotta keep them little babies from the man with kickin shoes
Ain't no losing when there's nothing left to choose

She was Spent like a dime in the tollbooth, Run like a river dry
Poured for the guests like a fine wine, She was spent like a dime
Gone like a thief on a fast train, Blank as a desert sky
Frayed to the edge like a hem line, She was spent like a dime