Vic Chesnutt - Betty Lonely lyrics

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 gla** doorher heart live over a drawbridge her 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