Most nights she keeps a very sharp knife Next to a burning stove So hot that the water tops off And she tumbles down onto the floor She holds her head in her hands What a cruel heaven she must have But it's all right It's all right It's just a hard old world And we both know It's all right Her hand grabs a heavy lead pipe The one that used to let her know How hard her Daddy could hit She remembers that on the floor Heard the man for mayor Did this thing So you crossed the street To let him see Long time since that weekend Fling and he Got to see his old sweetie All grown