Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood
Tangled she got halfway
Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her,
Had left her, had left her
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide,
With your eyes open wide
Rusty the screen door, she opened it
Raised from the ground
Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family,
Just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and bedtime,
Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime
I?ll go with the man who looks like my father,
The neighbors all tell me to go with him
He better take caution, he better take care of me,
?cause if he don?t he, better beware of me
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide,
With your eyes open wide,
With your eyes open wide,
Wide, wide, wide,
Eyes open wide