The Lady's Not for Sale

She longed to be a lady,

When she was just a child;

But where the grass was greener, Lord

She done her growin' wild.

Then she tried to spread her tender wings,

And never left the ground;

So she turned to dreams at sweet sixteen

And woke up coming down.

But she tries in her way climbing higher,

And she dies each time she fails;

So give her a home, or leave her alone;

The lady's not for sale.

She ain't ashamed to show her soul,

So she'll sell it for a song.

But free don't mean she's easy

Or right for going wrong.

So let her be the lady, Lord,

She wants so bad to be;

And let her win the gentle man

That she was born to please.

'Cause she tries in her way climbing higher,

And she dies each time she fails;

So give her a home, or leave her alone;

The lady's not for sale.