Second time around you know it's really got me down
Sister, don't you judge it, keep it to yourself now
If you ain't got nothin' good to say, don't say nothin' at all
Got bitten by the bitter bug and I just can't get enough
Ill will and my own concedin', weary of the world it seems
I'm weary of the world, weary of the world it seems
Sort of always come my way I'm just a little bit off these days
Like the hard knocks saw in my life like I'm a Bible belt wife
Like I didn't see it comin', like I didn't walk in and leave
See I never wanna sing again, la, la, la, like a butterfly
Out my wits about me, out my heart in line
Third time's a charm, this is mine
You said you heard Loretta sing
And you felt the loneliness seepin' in
Cowboys made you uneasy you're a god-fearin' lesbian
So you learn not to yearn and you take it on the chin again
Here's what I find about compromise, don't do it if it hurts inside
'Cause either way you're screwed
Eventually you'll find that you may as well feel good
You may as well have some pride
Come August we'll go to Cherokee and hear Loretta do her thing
Pack it into the Indian casino and make the hillbilly scene
Kick up our heels and join in
Are you my ally or my enemy?
Do you have self-loathin' or empathy?
Can you keep me in your prayers?
Sister, can you keep me in there somewhere?
And sister, if you ain't got nothin' good to say
Don't say nothin' at all