Lyrics - Betty Lonely by Vic Chesnutt

Betty
Lonely lives in a duplex of stuccoon the north bank of a brackish riverher ears omit the noise from a nearby airstripher mind floats beyond the snapper boats
Betty
Lonely, her green eyes are roughly staringat a point through the sliding glass doorher heart live over a drawbridgeher brain is wet like a throw net
Betty
Lonely, she will always think in
Spanishthough
I know her
Spanish black hairit will start to fadeshe sunk her past out in the surrounding salt flatsher maidenhood was lost beneath the
Spanish moss
Betty
Lonely just talks to her grandbabyeverybody else she blots them outbut her words stick like a flounder gigher dry laugh is like a gaff

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