Divine Lorraine - Dave Hause

All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers

We’re the neighbor kids they always shooed away

We’re on that team that always lose

With weak paychecks and weekend blues

With bills that come that we’ll forget to pay

You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound

The sound she makes when she calls out your name

So slow down and hear that low sound

And learn to love the clatter of her chains

Stay true to me Divine Lorraine

We’re the one’s whose works you put your name on

The ones who said those lyrics that you stole

You do the crime we do the time

You dirty fuckers steal my shine

Pretty soon we’ll be out on parole

But the middle of the road takes a toll

You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound

The sound she makes when she calls out your name

So slow down and hear that low sound

And learn to love the clatter of her chains

Stay true to me Divine Lorraine

You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound

The sound she makes when she calls out your name

So slow down and hear that low sound

And learn to love the clatter of her chains

Stay true to me Divine Lorraine

All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers

We scratch our little grooves into the grain

Mama said you can be anything

So I made a song that we could sing

And I wash the dirt off dancing in the rain

And learned to love the clatter of her chains

Stay true to me Divine Lorraine

Stay true to me Divine Lorraine