Vic Chesnutt - Betty Lonely

Lyrics

Betty Lonely lives in a duplex of stuccoon the north bank of a brackish river

Her ears omit the noise from a nearby air stripher mind floats beyond the snapper boats

Betty Lonely, her green eyes are roughly staring at a point

Through the sliding glass door her heart live over a drawbridge

Her brain is wet like a throw net

Betty Lonely, she will always think in Spanish

Though I know her Spanish black hairit will start to fade

She sunk her past out in the surrounding salt flat

Sher maidenhood was lost beneath the Spanish moss

Betty Lonely just talks to her grand baby everybody else

She blots them out but her words stick like a flounder

Gig her dry laugh is like a gaff