ribbon around her long hair
Plucks out some grey ones
With her fingertip she traces
Rose Ellen, you've sure made
Always a lover, but never a wife
Now you're a -pushin' thirty,
Way down in Holbury, back to the Wall
From champagne and crystal
To a back street in Waco,
When you waltz with the devil,
And you can't do over what's
You're too proud to stay here,
She stares at the bottle filled by her bed
And slowly the answer comes into her head
So she gives up her lease
on life's merry -go -round
Now she's deep down and speedin'
Just one blue -eyed cowboy,
You see, owed her ten dollars,
and I was paying my debt.