Just How She Died
It's all a bit hazy now
But I remember a few things
'Bout how she kicked my dog
And flushed my wedding ring
The memories come & go
But it never lessens the sting
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she met her fate
At the hands of some hobo
Who rode the rails
With much less romantic notions
Now that train whistle blows
With it's nostalgic plea
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she's not dead at all
Maybe it is for the best
Bluebirds always were so pretty
Until they were tattooed across her breasts
And I walked the road
And I turned away
And they ceased to sing
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she's not dead at all
Maybe it is for the best
Bluebirds always were so pretty
Until they were tattooed upon her breasts
And I turned away
And I walked the road
And they ceased to sing
It's all a bit hazy now
But I remember a few things
'Bout how she kicked my dog
And flushed my wedding ring
Her serpentine stare is gone
But that never lessens the sting
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
I can't remember how she died or if
She's just dead to
Me
But I remember a few things
'Bout how she kicked my dog
And flushed my wedding ring
The memories come & go
But it never lessens the sting
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she met her fate
At the hands of some hobo
Who rode the rails
With much less romantic notions
Now that train whistle blows
With it's nostalgic plea
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she's not dead at all
Maybe it is for the best
Bluebirds always were so pretty
Until they were tattooed across her breasts
And I walked the road
And I turned away
And they ceased to sing
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
Maybe she's not dead at all
Maybe it is for the best
Bluebirds always were so pretty
Until they were tattooed upon her breasts
And I turned away
And I walked the road
And they ceased to sing
It's all a bit hazy now
But I remember a few things
'Bout how she kicked my dog
And flushed my wedding ring
Her serpentine stare is gone
But that never lessens the sting
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
I can't remember how she died or if she's just dead to me
I can't remember how she died or if
She's just dead to
Me
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Writer(s): John O'sullivan, Thomas Dewight Hale, Simon Moor
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