(Verse)
Back alleys full of rain and everything shining,
As holy as she can be, the trick’s in the timing.
Free as a morning bird, fragile as china
She’s stuck in the weakest heart of South Carolina.
(Chorus)
Where all of the naked boys
Will lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song,
All caught in the briars.
(Verse)
I never meant to fall so hard in the doorway
And all the sinners here have crosses for Sunday.
Kissed at the county fair, frisked in the city
Where proof is an answered prayer but ain't it a pity.
(Chorus)
That all of the naked boys
Who laid down beside her
Sing her the saddest song
All caught in the briars.
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