Mountain Child

Her hair was tangled; her clothes were torn
 No pride left to protect
 Her mama's last hope; brothers and sisters at home
 Praying she brings them back some bread
 Woah, Woah
 Like a law man hunting down a thief
 She was looking for her daddy
 Her desperate eyes searched each man's face
 But lord, they came up empty
 Woah, Woah
 You could tell from the red clay on her shoes
 She was from down in the holler
 A mountain child born to lose
 Down in that holler
 The bar man signaled, slowly she crossed the room
 He leaned in and whispered low
 Without one word she turned and climbed the back stairs
 Just like I did so many years ago
 Woah, Woah
 Woah, Woah
 Woah, Woah
 Woah, Woah
 Woah, Woah
 Woah, Woah