Eyes as black as Kentucky coal
Looking like a vulture for the rest of her soul
A day, not long ago, she cannot recall
Writing words in a
Across the tracks where they're no longer heard
Stories of daggers where those long eyebrows halt
The smartest woman that I'd ever met
Sink so low that I'd never forget
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
I really do think that I love her
She's been with rambler men, she's been down
From the gates of the kingdom from Lucifer's town
What are you hiding, girl, what are you running from?
Pain from pain, just looking out
Was it the fear or was it the doubt
That got you running, girl, that got you feeling low?
I don't think she felt me at all
Countin' all the ways she can make me crawl
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
I really do think that I love her, alright
She'd talk to me in ways I couldn't recognize
Rings on her toes and bruises on her thighs
Strangely enough, she was impressively well read
Caught like this, it doesn't do much good
Read the horoscopes and knock on wood
Strange to relive when there's so much of you that dies
There's not much anyone can do
When circus souls turn black and blue
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
I really do think that I love her
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
She's my junkie girl
And I really do think that I love her
I think that I love her
Yeah, I think that I love her
I think that I love her