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She's Not Wild Anymore

She could've made a midnight move
Left the landlord with a sad sad story
She could've cleaned out just one closet
Took her favorite shoes and whatever she could carry
O but the landlord he lay sleeping safely in his bed
With no cause to worry
She wasn't goin' out in no blaze of glory
She's not wild anymore she's just sorry

Why it's three AM
She could be on the 401 right now, doin' one forty
Passin' semis on the double lines
In a beat up sixty nine plymouth fury
She could be bent out of her mind
So that her eyes would shine but her vision might be blurry
But she's not goin' out in no blaze of glory
She's not wild anymore she's just sorry

How many times has she passed the point of never returning
But every morning that you wake up
You're wrapped up in the same skin you were born in

Now the dawn is closin' in like a hobo train
She's almost out of whiskey
Not long ago twenty bills and a call
Put a bottle in her hand from a late night cabby
And she would dream that she was Belle Starr
A saloon girl at a gunslingers' party
But she's not goin' out in no blaze of glory
She's not wild anymore she's just sorry
She's not goin' out in no blaze of glory
She's not wild anymore she's just sorry

####.... Ron & Connie Hynes ....####
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