Violet

I knew a girl named Violet, she fed me whiskey from the bar downstairs in the shade of the San Juan mountains
Her family name was tarnished when her grandad
Went on strike with the miners
She never said much at all and I guessed she didn't need to

I caught on that I reminded her of someone whose face
She was slow to forget, no matter how hard she tried
She'd see me in the dim light and almost could believe
That he could just be waiting at the bar when she got downstairs

Violet, don't you feel bad tonight
We'll play that old Victor phonograph and we'll get real high
You ain't as bad as they want you to be, around here they just
Don't like a woman with pride
Oh Violet, you're still the most beautiful thing I've seen

She would sit at the foot of the bed with my old guitar
And she had that faraway look when she looked at me strange
My boy, you rode in like a ghost and you'll leave just the same
It won't make any difference to me, was all that she'd say

Violet, don't you feel bad tonight
We'll play that old Victor phonograph and we'll get real high
You ain't as bad as they want you to be, around here they just
Don't like a woman with pride
Oh Violet, you're still the most beautiful thing I've seen

So Violet, won't you bring me some whiskey
Dress my wound, get a blanket, and stay by my side
I'll be whoever you want me to be and you'll never be
Far from my mind
Oh Violet, you're still the most beautiful thing I've seen