Poor Girl

Poor Girl

Unforgiven Times

Chris Hayers

My girl Candy works the five & dime store
With the rent man knocking, working hard to stay poor
Then the bank foreclosed and put a lock on the door

She was raised in a dirt-floor tin-roof shack
Down by the river and the railroad track
Now she’s gone, she ain’t coming back

She’s heading where the lights burn bright
Music plays till late at night
She’s going where the rich-kids go
Say goodbye to dead-end row

There’s a cold wind blowing all though this town
The fancies ain’t growing and the store’s closed down
Poor girl, think it’s time to go

She’s heading where the lights burn bright
Music plays till late at night
She’s going where the rich-kids go
Say goodbye to dead-end row