Daughter of a Drunk 

©2003 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing 

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 looking at your 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 
To 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