Written By: Owen Beverly

Legs and Scars

I feel her in the wind sometimes blowing up the sheets on my clothes line, Headed out of Jackson looking for a new life. Its got me staring at the sun all day scared of myself cause nothing has changed, I guess I used need a reason to put the needle in my vein. She says I met someone out on that indian reservation. And baby it was just like in that old Emylou song, Now we're living on the highway selling blankets and we got kids.

You must have been alone, you must have thought I was asleep, There must have been one tear running down your cheek. As you're tying up hair, putting on shoes in the dark There's liquor on your on your breath and your breathing hard, You've got legs and I've got scars.

It was a Friday night, I knew something was wrong cause we didn't fight we just talked a little bit. And now you're getting dressed in the morning sun and you're putting on high heels and lipstick on, And I'm thinking it was better than you putting bullets in the gun. She says I need some time away from this house and the coal mine, but Do you remember that barbed wire fence and the sycamore limbs I had you up against? You were doing me wrong leaving in your mind somewhere.

You must have been alone, you must have thought I was asleep, There must have been one tear running down your cheek. As you're tying up hair, putting on shoes in the dark I bet you never thought leaving me would be so hard. You got a pair of legs and I've got scars.