Jenny

On a Saturday night all the girls run free

Singing 'Bury me not on the lone prairie'

But where do you go when you finish broken-hearted?

Back to the dust where you started

Jenny cut her teeth in a Midwest shack

As a shantytown girl on the wrong side of the tracks

Her mama taught her everything she'd need to get along

And her Sunday School teacher taught her right and wrong

Raised to be respectable but born to be poor

It was all she'd ever known but she figured there was more

When she came of age Jenny made herself a vow

'I'm gonna get out and I don't care how'

It appeared every autumn on the courthouse lawn

And the leaves never fell until the carnival was gone

Michael was a barker for an arcade ride

With a smooth-talk tongue and a wandering eye

'Get your tickets here for the Hall O' Mirrors Maze

If you can't get out I know a couple ways'

He caught Jenny's eye but her thoughts looked down

All she wanted was a ticket going out of that town

Oh how I wanna bury you

Bury you and run away -- done away

How I wanna bury your memory

Why won't you let me be?

Michael stole a kiss first then he whispered at last

'You're a little old-fashioned so forget about your past

These Bible belt folks think living is a sin

so they all start dying from the day they're born again'

And there atop the Ferris wheel the colors were a blur

The morning said he loved her but she wasn't really sure

He made her promise not to leave until he came to get her

She promised him but she should have know better

Oh how I wanna bury you

Bury you and run away -- done away

How I wanna bury your memory

Why won't you let me be?

On a train -- stowaway

Jesus loves you still and your mama wants you home

But oh bridges burn

When you carry your shame and you think you can't return

Oh how I wanna bury you

Bury you and run away -- done away

How I wanna bury your memory

Why won't you let me be?

When they finally found her body on a cold dog day

It was in a cattle car buried in the hay

a note in the pocket of her calico dress

Said 'I'm guilty as sin but I can't confess'

Once you know the truth you can hide it on shelf

But unless you bring it down you can't live with yourself

In her right hand Jenny held the Bible of her mother

Jenny had a pistol in the other

On a Saturday night all the girls run free

Singing 'Bury me not on the lone prairie'

But where do you go when you finish broken-hearted?

Back to the dust where you started