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<h6>07. Ballad of Varla Jean</h6>
BALLAD OF VARLA JEAN <br />
This fallen angel is now in my hands came out west to the land of gold <br />
Buried her family on the California trail just 12 years old <br />
Wagons left her in El Dorado upstairs ladies took her in <br />
Gave her a room with a bed and a window and watched her childhood end <br />
Varla Jean let your hoopskirt down only one way out of this godless town Silver shines by the oil lamp light <br />
You’re hanging on with whiskey and the pipe<br />
Drunken miners lying gamblers like ghosts they just appear <br />
Saying they love her and will take her away she always wakes up here <br />
Blue eyes farm boy looking for adventure vows to make her his bride <br />
Caught holding aces shot at the table I have him on the other side <br />
Varla Jean let your hoopskirt down only one way out of this godless town <br />
Silver shines by the oil lamp light you’re hanging on with whiskey and the pipe <br />
Remembers stories her mother told her  wooden ships out on the sea <br />
Watching shadows sail across the ceiling dreams of floating free<br />
Stumbles barefoot to the river yellow moon shows her the way  <br />
Water embraces will deliver her soul by light of day <br />
Varla Jean in your silk nightgown you’re coming home you’re glory bound <br />
On summer hill in a box of pine <br />
You were never theirs .. you were always mine <br />
END ©2014 sherysongs
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