Interpret:

Waylon Jennings

Album:

The Ramblin' Man

They said in her younger days
 Her beauty was enough to drive men wild
 But the hunger in her body then
 Was not the hunger of some lonely child.
 Like a butterfly in springtime
 Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
 The embrace of many strangers
 Still could not release her from the hold.
 In the backstreets and the bedrooms
 All she's found is disappointments bitterly
 While the love that she's too often found
 Was enough to satisfy her needs.
 She's older than the years she holds
 And ageing fast with each day passing by
 On a downhill run to nowhere
 'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied.
 The reflection in her mirror's not the image
 She remembers in her mind
 Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger
 And the acid winds of time.
 She has danced the tune her demons played
 And payed the piper dearly for his song
 Empty now of all her pride but still inside
 Her hunger's just as strong.


 They said in her younger days
 Her beauty was enough to drive men wild
 But the hunger in her body then
 Was not the hunger of some lonely child...