Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
Sanford Clark
From the time it would take to write her a letter
It's time to cry a lot
But I just couldn't stand anymore convincing from the love that I got
If I could crawl in a little hole and cover up
That's where I'd stay
Nothing could be worse
Than cursed with a woman's disgrace
Because a woman's disgrace will surely kill me in time
Oh she's been robbing my soul of the love that I've been denied
And picking up bits of dirt, throw it into my face
Trying but I'm dying out slow from a woman's disgrace
If I was made up of hardened steel into a big wheel
I'd roll away
And I'd leave no trails behind for all the travelers
To find my way
Or if I could run like a thoroughbred racer
And lead the race
I'd never stop
Running from a woman's disgrace
Because a woman's disgrace will surely kill me in time
Oh she's been robbing my soul of the love that I've been denied
And picking up bits of dirt, throw it into my face
Trying but I'm dying out slow from a woman's disgrace
A Woman’s Disgrace was produced by Donnie Owens.
Sanford Clark released A Woman’s Disgrace on Mon Jan 01 1968.