G/Em/Am/C
All the ladies think I’m frozen
whispering in their Sunday dresses
But it would turn their blood cold
to witness such fiery caresses
“Good Women don’t forget things easily”
It’s a black list of sin they read
when they look at me
But in my transgressions I am free
I’m standing at the window
Memphis air moving through my hair
Will you forgive me when I’m gone
Godly neighbors?
Favorite sons?
I’m sipping whiskey in the city hotel
He says I’m in the country
Getting well
getting well
Tell him his good wife
Fell from up high
but danced down like confetti
Good Women must die free.
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