Annie Edson Taylor

My father owned a flower mill Then died when I was twelve Left some silver spoons, a pocket purse And a house for me to sell But the fire took near everything As far as I can tell Hard times Hard times And I made my way to Michigan to teach them how to dance Ragtime all the time in my patched paupers dress But I saw the way they looked at me penniless Hard times Hard times I am worn out tired and I am torn to pieces Trying everything that I know how I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do Do you love me now? And I know that things are gonna change here soon And bells’ll soon be rung And Annie Edson Taylor will be the only song that’s sung No one will remember that I was the one Caught in hard times, hard times I am worn out tired and I am torn to pieces Trying everything that I know how I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do Do you love me now? I am worn out tired and I am torn to pieces Trying everything that I know how I am wasting away, and my head is bleeding What else can I do Do you love me now?