Mickey Newbury - Juble Lee's Revival lyrics

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When the orphans no longer will sleep at her door

When her sad minuet songs are not sad anymore

When fortune is fleeting and fame is a bore

Tell me where will she go

When the musics all over and the dancing has stopped

When she sits in her bedroom and stares at the clock

Silently watching her dreams slowly rotting

Away in the depths of her soul

Yes it's Houston to Mobile Atlanta

Be damned if I know how much more she can stand

But I say pick up your Holy Bible

Pack all your clothes

And let me count the new scars in your hand

707 it's Baltimore bound to be

One of those nights

I can tell

She cries as she sits back

And she straps herself

Into her private aluminum cell

While Jesus sat quietly

His head in His Hand

Man in the very back row

Turn to him pleading

Can you understand

How to put more on her back

Than her clothes

And in a flash of white satin

She was out the back door

In a limousine she was racing away

While hundreds came forward to kneel on the floor

Lord tonight only one soul was saved

Just some renegade drifter she had met in the Park

With answers to hell only knows

Someone to lie between her in the darkness

And fill in the time between shows

For the orphans no longer will sleep at her door

And her sad minuettes are not sad anymore

Fortune is fleeting and fame is a bore

So tell me now where will she go