Down By the Side of the Road John Prine

Her father was a failure
Here mother was a comfort to a doctor
And a lawyer
And an Indian Chief
The shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
And they went on relief
The bank took away their diplomas
They locked them up inside of a chest
And she moved away to Oklahoma
And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
God-damn, my socks are still hard
From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
Yeah, we was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
When a shot rang low
And left her standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road

Father, have mercy
Get her a nurse please
She's almost alone
I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone
We'd rather see her locked up inside a home
Than see her standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road