My Washington Woman Songtext / Lyric

The wages of an unskilled

Working man never paid enough

From time to time a nickel on a race

Keeps him from giving up.



A blue collared man in Seattle

Never lives on white collared street

But there was food on the table

For my Washington woman and me.



The work slowed down and the one day

The foreman laid me off

That night in a tavern down on my last dime

I met a girl from Arkansas.



Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock

She had a mansion on white collared street

The next morning my Washington woman

Woke up without me.






From city to city, and state to state

I get her in shame

My Washington woman had six months left

Before out child would bring her pain.



That Arkansas woman hurt me

As we crossed the Arkansas line

But the arms of Seattle

Are the arms that kept huggin' mine.



For year I have basked in expensive wines

Taste champagne every day

I gave up all the things I loved

For all these things I hate.



I locked up all of her forgiveness

The day I set myself free

And the heart of my Washington woman

Stopped beating for me.



My Washington woman sends me a letter

Every once in a while

Inside a folded wordless page

Is a picture of my child



All but words, the room grows cold

With a feeling of jealousy

And there's a silence between

My Arkansas woman and me...