Holy Roller (Acoustic)

She was a late night holy roller
Fall'n asleep upon the kitchen floor
Like the ghost of some tired soldier
Out of the trenches of the first Great War
In her fingers there's a yellowed photo
Of a girl about twenty-three
Standing next to some boy in blue jeans
Out in the middle of Tennessee

She still swears that love will falter
She still swears that love will only let you down
But she still swears that love is better than any other game in town

So she saddles up to the bottle
Cause she hates to come home alone
And the wagon done gone and left her
With her only means to atone
So wanders out about the city
Stumbles in about half-past-two
Still pretending that it never broke her
But in her eyes she's got a dream about you

All the liars that do deceive you
Smolder slowly now they're gone
And the night rolls on
Like the scars that never leave you
Leave you out here all alone
And the night rolls on
Still the night rolls on