Andrew Calhoun - Daughter of a Drunk

Daughter of a Drunk

She had this sorry story
She had these pretty eyes
Amazed that I would bother
Imagine my surprise

I'm dancin' with the daughter of a drunk
She might have been a princess
Or a body in a trunk
Dancin' with the daughter of a drunk

She had a riddle for me
In the wounded light of morning
It was help me if you can
Though I'm beyond your helping
And love me if you can
Even though I don't deserve it

I'm dancin' with the daughter of a drunk
She might have been a princess
Or a body in a trunk
Dancin' with the daughter of a drunk

All I felt was shame
In the grinding and the jamming
And all she heard was blame
And anger, doubt and damning
And sneaking out the back way
And the door slamming

You son of a bitch's daughter
I'm a wild roving Jew
Running from consignment
With a purple IOU
Out in the field of onions
My number's always odd
And counted with the minions
Shoved up the ass of God
I have come to meet your panic
In the history of our dreaming
Will you write me off as crazy,
Make a brass plate from my screaming?

I'm dancin' with the daughter of a drunk
She might have been a princess
Or a body in a trunk
Dancin' with the daughter of a drunk

Where are you hiding baby
With the chosen or the lost
Were you watching your own footsteps
When the line got crossed
Are you coming back to meet me
As lover, friend or ghost
The one who sold your life out
The one who loves you most

I'm dancin' with the daughter of a drunk
She might have been a princess
Or a body in a trunk
Dancin' with the daughter of a drunk

She had this sorry story, she had these pretty eyes

Kum ba ya, my lord, kum ba ya
Kum ba ya, my lord, kum ba ya
Kum ba ya, my lord, kum ba ya
Oh lord, kum ba ya.
Oh lord, kum ba ya