Sherry

She's got one of those smiles
As sweet as kerosene
And as sad as all the miles
It burns up in between
And she'll be there for when the tank gets empty
Won't you

Sherry was her name
And she's a lot like me
She's worked here from the age
Of barely seventeen
And I often wonder if she'll go back to school
Or if this is all she'll do

The petrol station is small
The town is even smaller
And all the folks that call
Only ever call here
To fill their tanks and move on down the road

They say if you hear something enough
That you might start to believe
Well I knew my Sherry was tough
But the travellers like thieves
Made her think this town was only ageing
And she went away without saying

Sherry, I hope I cross your path
Sherry, I hope I cross your path
Sherry, I hope I cross your path
Sherry, I hope I cross your path



Credits
Writer(s): Ioan Hazell
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