Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plains
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hoyt Van Tanner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Cook
Producer
Jon Ashley
Engineer
Alli Rogers
Engineer
Alex Farrar
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Her face read like Anna Karenina
She was strong as that old gypsum weed
And oh, she could dance like a blind beggars hand
Just waiting for someone to see
She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont
Carried on like the old Suwannee
And she came along like a ravenous song
So hungry for someone to sing
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
Her eyes, they were set like a cannon
And boy, they'd blow you away
And she'd cross your mind
Like a cheap box of wine
Where each sip's like a track switch and train
She swore like a dry county welder
She's pry on the side seldom seen
And she could make love like Augusta Road
And just buckle like the bends in a creek
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
Writer(s): Hoyt Van Tanner
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