Gypsy Davey in the Big Guitar

thewayoftheworld:

meganmcisaac:

whiskeytown-factory girl.

i remember driving to your house for the first time, listening to a live recording of this song on a cassette tape. i rewound it and replayed it probably five times, which helped make the four hour drive seem a little shorter. it was sunny and beautiful outside and i would roll down the windows of my car and smile as i drove up and down the huge hills, waving to the wild turkeys and making mental photographs of the rich green grass and trees. now, i dont know where you are or who’s bed you’re sleeping in or who you’re sleeping with…

so, the factory girl she listens
for the sound of her daddy’s engine
‘til the work bell sounds and she leaves town

oh, the summer’s here are hot
all she seems to do is work and sleep
and wish that she was still with you

now you don’t know where she is
lying in her mother’s bed
or who she’s sleeping with

oh, the kids will laugh at her
‘cause she seems so sweet and pure
i took this shift because of her.

and though i’ve never said a word
i once smiled and looked at her
‘til the shift-boss said “get back to work”

now you don’t know where she is
or who’s bed she’s sleeping in
or what man she’s sleeping with