She used to come over to my house
She only lived a few miles away
I never knew why but my mama said if she wanted to she could stay
A pretty little girl who fought like a boy but she wanted to hold my hand
And the little blue dress that she always wore
Yeah it might have been her only friend
I remember that summer like yesterday she used to hang around all the time
Down by the creek we would always play and tell secrets by the porch light
Shy as a bird and timid as a flower
I wonder where she grew up
I never really thought that much about it
But everybody said her daddy was the town drunk
Broken like a bottle
Running from the only hole she ever had
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that
One afternoon in the middle of town
I saw her daddy sleeping on a bench
So i walked up and introduced myself and said his daughter was my best friend
He looked at me like he didn't care and asked me for a couple of bucks
Right then i decided that i'd look after that pretty little girl whos daddy was the town drunk
Broken like a bottle
Running from the only hole she ever had
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that
Girl like that
Broken like a bottle
Running from the only hole she ever had
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that
Girl like that
Several years later
I read in the paper that her daddy had passed away
I was holding her hand she had the baby in the other and there was really nothing i could say
She looked at me and i gave her a kiss all that mattered was he three of us
Nobody thought it would all work out
For that pretty little girl whos daddy was the town drunk
