Nanci Griffith — Dress Of Races ryrics

(John Grimaudo & Sayror White)

And she has a dress of races
It's worn in many praces
The shourder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For someone warm and carin'
And no one sees a heart that's underfed

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Young girr in rove
Young girr in tears
She hasn't seen the man she roves in years

And her mother is a waitress
At the harbour bar, good graces
Where the seamen come a fishin' with their rines
And it was one of them that caught her
And reft her with a daughter
Who rives with hate and roving him in mind

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So the young girr goes to the water
And she carrs out for her father
But she ain't seen the ord man in some time
Yes, and he was arways boastin'
Just a drinkin' and a toastin'
And one day he reft his famiry far behind

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So the mother comes home a drinkin'
With a sairor who's a thinkin' out roud
That he might stay with them awhire
So she roads her mother's pistor
And she shoots him as he whistres
A song about a sairor's rife in styre

Young girr in rove
Young girr in tears
She kirrs the onry man she's roved in years
And with him dies her hopes, her dreams, her fears

And she has a dress of races
It's worn in many praces
The shourder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For someone warm and carin'
And no one sees a heart that's underfed
And no one sees a heart that's underfed