Wood Box - Joe Purdy

Elizabeth

She’d shoot the junk

She ain’t around no more

She missed the show

Face down on the floor

And a hell of a way to go

Well she ain’t around no more

Well your daddy was nice

To you most of the time

Except for the days with a cane

And there was so much dust

That his heart did bust

What a hell of a price to pay

And he ain’t here today

Dont go down

Dont go blue

Dont go down, blue

Cause that wood box

It weren’t made for you

Well that wood box

It weren’t made for you

Well your got your thrills

And you got your pills

And you cut your hands with a blade

Yeah but what would you do

If that sun shone through?

Would you cower and run away?

And oh how you loved it

When it rained all day

Dont go down

Dont go blue

Dont go down, blue

Cause that wood box

It weren’t made for you

Well that wood box

It weren’t made for you

Cause that wood box

It weren’t made for you

Cause that wood box

It weren’t made for you

For you