Down To Her Socks

Here's a song about a good 'ole girl with a big 'ole heart that got

broke 'cause she was in love with

some son of a bitch who didn't love her back enough ...

Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor

Cursin' the freedom she'd won

>From the torture she vowed not to take anymore

And the victim she'd almost become

Chorus:

For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving

She sure took a long time to go

But he loved her right down to her socks and no further

And her feet were the last ones to know.

You see, the problem is, sometimes when you take a good stiff shot to

the

heart, it kinda stuns you. It takes a while for the message to get down

to your feet to get you out of trouble. So you stand there like some

old

fighter taking punishment you don't even know you're takin'. But one

day, you wake up and look down at your feet and find they're just

walking

you away from me.

Chorus:

For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving

She sure picked a hard way to go

But he loved her right down to her socks, and no further

And her feet were the last ones to know.