Holy Roller (Acoustic)

She was a late night holy roller Fall'n asleep upon the kitchen floor Like the ghost of some tired soldier Out of the trenches of the first Great War In her fingers there's a yellowed photo Of a girl about twenty-three Standing next to some boy in blue jeans Out in the middle of Tennessee She still swears that love will falter She still swears that love will only let you down But she still swears that love is better than any other game in town So she saddles up to the bottle Cause she hates to come home alone And the wagon done gone and left her With her only means to atone So wanders out about the city Stumbles in about half-past-two Still pretending that it never broke her But in her eyes she's got a dream about you All the liars that do deceive you Smolder slowly now they're gone And the night rolls on Like the scars that never leave you Leave you out here all alone And the night rolls on Still the night rolls on