Lyrics- Beth Warner, Music-Nathan Sheppard

Lyrics

The screen door slams, and she stumbles in
The smell of smoke and a whiff of gin
He leans forward, asks where you been
She just shakes her head and shrugs again

Her momma was smart, a real good looker
Til she started drinking, then the alcohol took her
She walked out on them and never came back
Left her baby girl alone. What kind of mom is that

He worked long hours fixing engines on the side
Never complained, kept his dignity and pride
He wanted more for his daughter, for his precious girl
But she’s running like her momma, chasing the world

Most night he walks the floor and prays, begging for her deliverance
Still she goes, chasing those ghosts; don’t seem to make no difference
She never recovered being left behind
Those demons that hide from you, well they’ll find you every time