Miss May and Miss Mable

Miss May and Miss Mable


What a lovely day in December

It’s never warm and though it’s been years

It makes me stop and you remember

Oh the nights that were warmer

But the feelings were never colder

Than the one you got on that night

 

Now ya know

You were not alone

You weren’t the only one left at home

 

Sweet Miss May was just wading through the day

Telling herself she’d make it fine

Cuz in another few months he’d stop coming home with rum

She’d be rid of these bruises and bumps

And she knows

Deep in her soul

Her last day could be tomorrow

Still she can’t seem to run

Why does the day feel so long?

Why can’t the next day be already done?

 

You wish you could forget

All the days you lost yourself

And the nights you never slept

Yes, the mornings seemed forever

And Miss May keeps on asking you

“Dear, Molly, how you gettin’ though?

You know I need a place to go.”

 

You both knew

You were not alone

You weren’t the only ones left at home

 

Cuz sweet Miss Mable was just sitting at the table

Holding her head up in her hands

No her honey ain’t sweet to her and her lord isn’t savin’ her

She’s got nothing but headaches from hands

And she prays

Each and every day

She’ll find the courage to run away

Still she can’t seem to run

Why does the day seem so long?

Why can’t the next day be already done?

 

Now standing here in this cold December air

Down on my knees I take your hand

I say, “Molly, dear, I know you’re afraid but with me you’ll have sweeter days”

When I’m done she just stops and laughs

Her eyes far from here, I know she’s sad

 

You see the days with Miss May sitting with Miss Mable trying to keep their heads up high

Well Miss Mable’s table got burnt in the stable with it’s mistress sitting so calm

Now Miss May and Lady Maude, who was richer than God, stole out the back one winter night

But the didn’t get far, they were stopped at the bar and didn’t make it past the field out back

Well, Molly knew she’d never been alone

She wouldn’t stay in this hell they called home….

 

And she knew deep in her soul

Her last day could be tomorrow

Molly knew that warm summer night

She would give him the fight of her life

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