She

She grew up in a cloud of dust, man they just couldn't build 'em big enough.

Sure was fun but didn't do those lungs any favors.

And she grew up on a Monday night, couldn't go to bed 'till it tasted right,

And the lord damn near gave up on trying to save her.

And if you leave this girl alone she just might make your house a home

When you ain't looking.

Sweet sister what's cooking?

She's a nice tall glass of Tennessee rain, pictures drawn on the windowpane,

And you could fill up a room with the breath that she's been saving.

And if someday her train arrives, it'll kill me twice,

But there ain't much left in this town when a girl quits praying.