June or September - Blaze Foley

It was June or September, don’t rightly remember

First time I laid eyes on you

It was June or September, Seattle or Denver

First time I laid eyes on you

You wore black silky stocking with a seam down the back

Your dress it was split to your thighs

And your hair was a place for a dozen red roses

After it smothered your side

And you dealt in the card games in smoky saloons

Mornings you saw the sun rise

But as you soon I’d leave you I’d look to your photographs

Teardrops would swell in your eyes

There were three tiny daughters that lived with your mother

You only wanted their best

But you could not give them the things that you wanted to

You only wanted their best

It was June or September, don’t rightly remember

First time I laid eyes on you

It was June or September, Seattle or Denver

First time I laid eyes on you