Strawberry Blonde
Gorgeous blonde hair an Irishman's daughter
The prettiest thing around
He blew up the night that he caught her
With a young boy from up in town
Nine months later the baby came due
And they married out of shame
After long nights alone and his angry words
She took the baby and her maiden name
Strawberry blonde
In that moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints in the field
Well out through the fields
As a girl she once planted
Those strawberries in the spring
Taking no care where each step landed
She's running from her bad dream
He stumbled home and found them both missing
Screamed in a drunken rage
And though it breaks her heart
She keeps on running
There's nothing left there except for the pain
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
Well she ran till she came (Ran till she came)
To her daddy's door
And pounded to be let in (Pounded to be let in)
He calmed her down
And she told the story
Of what happened time and again (Time and time again)
His Irish blood boiled and the boy came up missing
What happened nobody knows
If you ask her daddy he shakes his head
And there's a place in the field
Where the big berries grow
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From the wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
The prettiest thing around
He blew up the night that he caught her
With a young boy from up in town
Nine months later the baby came due
And they married out of shame
After long nights alone and his angry words
She took the baby and her maiden name
Strawberry blonde
In that moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints in the field
Well out through the fields
As a girl she once planted
Those strawberries in the spring
Taking no care where each step landed
She's running from her bad dream
He stumbled home and found them both missing
Screamed in a drunken rage
And though it breaks her heart
She keeps on running
There's nothing left there except for the pain
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
Well she ran till she came (Ran till she came)
To her daddy's door
And pounded to be let in (Pounded to be let in)
He calmed her down
And she told the story
Of what happened time and again (Time and time again)
His Irish blood boiled and the boy came up missing
What happened nobody knows
If you ask her daddy he shakes his head
And there's a place in the field
Where the big berries grow
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From that wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
Strawberry blonde
In the moonlight
Runnin' far away
From the wrong kind of love
She left foot prints
In the field
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Ray Horton
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