The second time around, you know it really got me down. 

Sister don't you judge it, just keep it to yourself now. And 

If you ain't got nothing good to say, don't say nothing at all. 



I go bitten by the bitter bug, and now I just can't get enough 

Of ill will and my own conceit. I'm weary of the world it seems. 

I'm weary of the world, weary of the world it seems. 



It's sort of always gone my way. I'm just a little bit off these 

Days. Like I've had hard knocks all my life, like I'm a Bible 

Belt wife. Like I didn't see it coming, like I didn't walk it 

Willingly. 



See, I never want to sing again. La la la like a butterfly. 

Without my wits about me, without my heart in line. 

Third time's a charm and this mine. 



You said you heard Loretta sing and felt the loneliness 

Seeping in. The cowboys made you uneasy, you're a 

God-fearing lesbian. So you learn not to yearn and you 

Take it on the chin again. 



Here's what I find about compromise-Don't do it if it 

Hurts inside, cause either way you're screwed, eventually 

You'll find. You may as well feel good; you may as well 

Have some pride. 



Come August we'll go to Cherokee and hear Loretta do 

Her thing. Pack it into the Indian casino and make the 

Hillbilly scene, kick up our heels and join in. 



Are you my ally or my enemy? Do you have 

Self-loathing or empathy? Can you keep me in your prayers 

Sister. Can you keep me in there somewhere? And 

Sister if you ain't go nothing good to say:don't say 

Nothing at all.