She's In the Fog
From sun to sun, her shadow cast
She'll be the first one, to be the last
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Her hair is pepper-gray, her eyes are river-blue
Her face is very old, that scar is very new
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Well, bless her heart, and bless her soul
And bless her rock, and bless her roll
She's in the fog, she's on the roam
Honey, findin' home sweet home
Like a deck, that lacks a suit
No one to walk a mile in her boots
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
With empty saddle bags, her weary body rides
Her country tells the truth, 'bout how her city lies
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Well, bless her heart, and bless her soul
And bless her rock, and bless her roll
She's in the fog, she's on the roam
Honey, findin' home sweet home
That white line on her neck, where once there hung a chain
The sun been fillin' in, what little light remains
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
My candle guttered out, without a sound
She's through the pass now, and comin' down
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
She'll be the first one, to be the last
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Her hair is pepper-gray, her eyes are river-blue
Her face is very old, that scar is very new
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Well, bless her heart, and bless her soul
And bless her rock, and bless her roll
She's in the fog, she's on the roam
Honey, findin' home sweet home
Like a deck, that lacks a suit
No one to walk a mile in her boots
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
With empty saddle bags, her weary body rides
Her country tells the truth, 'bout how her city lies
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
Well, bless her heart, and bless her soul
And bless her rock, and bless her roll
She's in the fog, she's on the roam
Honey, findin' home sweet home
That white line on her neck, where once there hung a chain
The sun been fillin' in, what little light remains
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
My candle guttered out, without a sound
She's through the pass now, and comin' down
She's in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin' to ride her horse back home
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Writer(s): Christopher Watkins
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