Adam Turla - The Organ Grinder lyrics

In the valley the girl waits At the back of the caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes care of her He holds doors for her Settles scores for her He does what he can Stole a car for tonight To pick her up for the dance They said farewell to their families Like they'd never come home again Shine up your shoes and polish your cufflinks Go dress up for the ball In borrowed clothes and fake j**els We can bend all the rules We won't go home until they drag us out There's a man who runs this place Built like a chimney and hits like Joe Brown He's got tabs on all of the girls She needs more money to buy her way out He ain't sh** to her Ain't worth the tears to her Dares call himself a christian man He only gives us the back of his hand How long? how long? But tonight put on your best dress Go dress up for the ball In borrowed clothes and fake j**els We can bend all the rules We won't go home until they drag us out Shine up your shoes and polish your cufflinks Go dress up for the ball In borrowed clothes and fake j**els We can bend all the rules We won't go home until they drag us out