Tuesday song lyric . . . again, from my short-lived band. In a month or so, we'll have exhausted that repertoire . . . or at least the bits of it I can remember.

She wakes up in tomorrow
With a string of yesterdays
She don't feel no sorrow
That ain't the game she plays
Oh, and she may love you
For a couple of days
But she will leave you
No matter what she says

Dusty Rose
She walks down the road alone
River run and cold wind moan
She won't be coming back
Any more

She's as fair as the evening sky
And just as hard to hold
Oh, boys, she may cry
Or she may be bold
But soon you'll watch those violet eyes
Turning you down cold
The younger that she gets, now
The more the game seems old

So play with her in the evening
But don't you get too close
She's got no time for grieving
And nothing to lose
So take to heart my warning boys
Before she puts on her walking shoes
'Cause there's a big old chorus
Singing Dusty Rose's blues