Butte
Music and lyrics by Elisa Korenne
Dusty Bibles lead to dirty lives
So I left mine behind after momma died
Burned her apron and broke her jars
Only thing we agreed on was that tears scar
Walked out on Tommy a week before our wedding day
Rode a coach to a place where a girl could make her own way
Traded gingham for silk and rouge
Farmhouse walls for the fenceless route
See the beauties in Butte, Montana
They’re the prettiest girls I know
Enjoy the beauties in Butte, Montana
Save up your pennies for the show
Took my dowry to Jesse’s on the strip
Rented a room with a timer and a bed
Tallied in pencil on the peeling walls
Each time my bedposts dug deeper in the floor
Checkered curtains over window grime
Backdoor exits keeping time
Five years of fifteen minutes, socked away
Emptied my mattress and I bought old Jesse’s place
See the beauties in Butte, Montana
We’re the prettiest girls you’ll find
Enjoy the beauties of Butte, Montana
We’ll perk you up after the mines
Claimed the corner room, and made a corner life
Matched girls to miners, and then I realized
Corners are edges of rooms with walls
Broke my timer between my high heel and the floor
Told the foreman we could marry the next day
Sat on my suitcase and waited for him to take me away
I could see another room, four walls high
Shined up my pistol, and I let it cry
See the beauties in Butte, Montana
They’re the prettiest girls I know
Enjoy the beauties in Butte, Montana
Save up your pennies for the show
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