Paroles de Constant waiting

Under constant waiting
And all the wealth that you've known
She's standing there,
In her apron.

You're standing in the road.
And she went off to the showgirl
That piece of paper in her hand
She had come to tell the governor,
To turn loose of her man.

When you wake up in the morning,
You hear that ding dong ring,
And all the words hit the table
You see the same damn thing.

If you ever go to houston,
You'd better watch your behind
You'd better not stumble
And you'd better not fight
For the police will arrest you
And then they'll carry you on down
You can bet your bottom dollar
That you're penitentiary bound.

Under constant waiting
And all the wealth that you've known
Is standing there in her apron
(and you're standing in the damn road)