My Washington Woman

	作词 : Frazier, Owens
	The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
	From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up
	The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
	But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
	The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off
	That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas
	Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street
	The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
	From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame
	My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain
	My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line
	But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind
	For years I've basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day
	I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate
	And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free
	And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
	My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
	Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
	All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
	And there's a silence between my Arkansas woman and me

	zuò cí : Frazier, Owens
	The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
	From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up
	The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
	But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
	The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off
	That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas
	Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street
	The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
	From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame
	My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain
	My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line
	But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind
	For years I' ve basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day
	I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate
	And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free
	And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
	My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
	Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
	All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
	And there' s a silence between my Arkansas woman and me