Well, it’s 7 am and she awoke by the radio yea she rolled on over and said, «where did man go?» she’s been a gunslinger’s wife
All her life now she fights when she’s able for the sake of the kids when the knife’s at their neck in the cradle she screams,
I’ll believe in you or i’ll be leaving you tonight i will believe in you or i’ll be leaving you tonight
Well she’s got all the kids and she’s got all their uses but she loves them the same for neglect and abuses she got a warm spot
Where they fought and they made up last evening he said, «don’t read too much into the fact that i’m leaving» she screams,
I’ll believe in you or i’ll be leaving you tonight i will believe in you or i’ll be leaving you tonight i will believe in you or i’ll be
Leaving you tonight i will believe in you or i’ll be leaving you tonight
How do i explain this i mean how do i put this into words it’s one thing or another but it’s neither this not that actually, it’s a
Collection of things she said, «that’s it, that’s it, get out»
Well her mother said, «kill him, slow at your leisure» ah but desperate times, call for desperate measures so she went to the