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