She was a waitress in a
West
Texas dance hall
I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand
I called her honey when she
brought my whiskey
And later I left there holding her hand
Then we walked down the street
to a tumbledown hotel
Well, she had a room on
a cold second floor
And that room looked like hell
Just a bed and a table
A shade on the window
And a lock on the door
I said to myself, she's cheap
And she's easy,
but she don't look half bad.
I'll stay for the night,
but I'll leave when it's early.
Because I've got this feeling she
won't look so good in the bright
morning light.
I've known some devils and
I've known some angels
I once had a woman on the
Mexico line
But I've never been touched
Like that woman touched me, she laid there beside me,
and crawled in my mind.
And we talked, and we smoked,
and made love till morning.
The sun came a -screamin'
through a hole in the shade.
And it felt like a spotlight on
her face and her body
And it hung like a halo round
the bed where we lay
I said to myself, she's cheap
And she's easy,
but she don't look half bad
I guess I'll stay here for the night
But I tell you boys,
that was five years ago
Lord
God, what a wo man
She still looks as good
In the bright morning light