Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
 And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
 And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
 Oh, who do they think could bury you?
 With your pockets well-protected at last
 And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
 And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
 Who could they get to carry you?
 Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
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 My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
 
 Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
 With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
 And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
 And your basement clothes and your hollow face
 Who among them did think he could outguess you?
 With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
 Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
 And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
 Who among them would try to impress you?
 Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
 My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
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 Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
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 The kings of Tyrus, with their convict list
 Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
 And you wouldn't know it would have happened like this
 But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
 With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
 And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
 And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
 Who among them do you think could resist you?
 Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
 My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
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 Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
 Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
 To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
 But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
 How could they ever mistake you?
 They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
 But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
 And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
 How could they ever have persuaded you?
 Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man's come
 My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
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 Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
 With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
 And your magazine husband who one day just had to go
 And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
 Who among them do you think would employ you?
 Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
 With your holy medallion in your fingertips now enfold
 And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
 Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?
 Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
 My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
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 Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?