The ingots are burning red

I'm working time and a half

Tomorrow I'll stay in bed,

what a hell it is, what a life


I burn my fingers, why don't you

laugh with the rest who know it well

I tripped and then I fell for

the beauty of Wynona


At night I toss and I turn

and I try and dial your number

It's changed and God only knows

where you been since last December


Where you been with that twisted smile

throwing your mother in the pond

Break him easy when he go down for

the beauty of Wynona


Girls they skip double dutch

They saw you go, mama gone

Our prayers don't mean nothin' much

to the heart that cannot be won


Tangled in your fishing net

right here in my own bed

Drowning in the tears I shed for

the beauty of Wynona