Red as the blood from a body that was torn
White as the white sheets that white men had worn
Bluer than the river that flowed to the sea
As thin as a rope left tied to a tree
Red as the dirt where a shallow grave was made
White as the church where the k**ers all prayed
Bluer than the sky when the evening sun fell
As empty as the case of an old shotgun shell
I was dreaming of Lorraine when I turned my head in shame
I could not love you, my only true love is for my lovely pain
my tears dry faster than good luck in a gambling game
Red as the eyes of a woman who was crying
White as the shirt of a man who lay dying
Bluer than the steel of the bullet that flew
Hollow as the words I came crying to you
And I was dreaming of Lorraine when I turned my head in shame
I could not love you, my only true love is for my lovely pain
My tears dry faster than good luck in a gambling game
My tears dry faster than good luck in a gambling game