Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wideShabby tried to comb her hair
With a gift from her grandma
Her blood, tangled she got half way.
Sticky and powdered with dirt
From the ground where her mama had left her
Had left her, had left herThose were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides 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 whisky, and nighttime
And bedtime, and bedtimeI'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 me.
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times
On rides with your eyes open wide
