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She's Not Wild Anymore (Ron & Connie Hynes)

She could've made a midnight move,
Left the landlord with a sad, sad story;
She could've cleaned out just one closet,
Took her favorite shoes and whatever she could carry.
O, but the landlord he lay sleeping safely in his bed,
With no cause to worry;
She wasn't goin' out in no blaze of glory,
She's not wild anymore, she's just sorry.

Why, it's three AM,
She could be on the 401 right now, doin' one-forty,
Passin' semis on the double lines,
In a beat up sixty-nine Plymouth Fury;
She could be bent out of her mind,
So that her eyes would shine, but her vision might be blurry;
But she's not goin' out in no blaze of glory,
She's not wild anymore, she's just sorry.

How many times has she passed the point of never returning?
But every morning that you wake up,
You're wrapped up in the same skin you were born in.

Now the dawn is closin' in like a hobo train,
She's almost out of whiskey;
Not long ago twenty bills and a call,
Put a bottle in her hand from a late night cabby.
And she would dream that she was Belle Starr,
A saloon girl at a gunslingers' party,
But she's not goin' out in no blaze of glory,
She's not wild anymore she's just sorry.
She's not goin' out in no blaze of glory,
She's not wild anymore, she's just sorry.

####.... Ron & Connie Hynes ©1995 (11:11 - Eleven By Eleven Newfoundland Women Sing, 1999. Performing rights administered by SOCAN. All rights reserved) ....####
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