She’s always wanted a veranda
With hanging flower pots and a bench that swings
Where she can sit and watch the sunset, sunrise, sun shine.
She’s livin somewhere down in Georgia
A long ways away from home
With a husband who beats her
A child who hates her, and another one the way
And a veranda, with a bench that swings
Where she sits and cries silent cries
Wondering what happened to her dreams.
