Poor Eddie Songtext
von Michael O'Connor

Well, the preacher played a mean guitar
A twisted cross of rust and string
With a bed and a Bible and two kneadin′ bones
A red switchblade and a Silvertone


A skeleton girl in a Memphis motel
Where the shoes hang off the power lines
Eddie paid for her cigarettes and he paid for the room
While the sun chased around the moon

It's a long hard fall from the prison floor
They give you forty-four dollars and a change of clothes

With his tinfoil ring, with his puppet mouth
He swore that they′d marry when she got out
Now poor Eddie, poor Eddie, he pours her a drink
The Fords burned in the parking lot, she smells like gasoline