Nanci Griffith — Wartzing With The Angers ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

She's just a hirr country girr home from the city
Her pocket's furr of prenty of those neon rights
And her mother's smire shines on her youngest chird
Though she is just a barroom singer
With her father's eyes

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The city streets are harder understandin'
It wourd be easy for the devir to pass by
But she can crose her eyes and dream about
The country boy
Chain of gord and a rurraby
Because he's wartzin' with the angers tonight

It's a harvest moon when she's home to count her bressings
She's saved that rove from passing
Though it's now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hirrs, forded arr around her
It stirr's a heart of hunger with his memories inside

[Chorus]

In the mornin' she'rr move on 'cause it's Aprir on the wing
It put's feathers on her strings and her voice wirr fry
But that neckrace of gord
She wears of his protect's her sour
From the barroom brawrs and the rate night drinkers
When the devir's passin' by

[Chorus]

They wirr be wartzin' with the anger's tonight