She does raindances
When shes feeling dry
North train track woman
Got her arms in the sky
And shes moving to Arlington
As soon as she can
She got blood in her eye
Stones in her sky and she walks like a man
Arlington girl
Arlington girl
She says she does
Does all she pleases
Dancing on tomb stones
Black dirt and old bones
Some say that shes hangin
Just waiting around
For Jesus
She does raindances
And she knows the score
All the back alley banjo boys
Lie down and die on the floor
Sewing stories for Romans
On yellows and blues
Expensive suites and dirty teeth
There sand in her shoes
Arlington girl
Arlington girl
She says she does
Does all she pleases
Now shes dancing on tomb stones
Black dirt and old bones
Some say shes hanging
Just waiting around
For Jesus
Insatiable sins
Sometimes they turn out all right
But only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight
So to stop herself from going insane
She rinses her soul off
Down in the cold
Blue rain
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