As the Crow Flies

She knows I know
Where she slept last night
I know she knows
She won't win this fight
Half past twelve and
She ain't been home yet
Never did learn when
It's best not to bet
Her daddy broke
Her mama's heart
With all his gambling
And his lies
She swore to
Me and God
That she would
Hate him til she died
But apples not picked
Will always fall down and rot
A horse that wants to canter
Cannot be made to trot

There's a house
Behind the hill
Only a few day's drive
A hideaway, a shelter
Where the sun
Don't dare to shine
She's biding time and
Making do with
What little that she owns
Watching in her rearview
Scared of everything she stole
A smart man
Will tell you
You gotta break a horse
To love it
And the distance
As the crow flies
Doesn't really matter
Does it?



Credits
Writer(s): Madeline Graham
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