Rose-Colored Times

Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide

Shabby tried to comb her hair
With a gift from her grandma
Her blood, tangled she got half way
Sticky and powdered with dirt
From the ground where her mama had left her
Had left her, had left her

Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide

Rusty the screen door, she opened it
Raised from the ground
Mamma left me her ring
Mamma left me no family
Just barstools, and boyfriends
And whisky, and nighttime
And bedtime, and bedtime

I'll go with the man
Who looks like my father
The neighbors all tell me
To go with him
He better take caution
He better take care of me
'cause if he don't
He better beware me

Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide