Heart of the Roll Songtext
von David McWilliams

her mother was a seamstress
her daddy worked in wood
she went to church on Sunday
just like every good girl should
but who is her confessor now she wears devils hood
is there anyone to hear her

heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
sadie my ladie
she′s the heart of the roll


she could have been a sculptor
or made a masterpiece in paint
she could have been a poet
she could have been a saint
but is she any poorer in your eyes for what she ain't
she can make the midnight shine

heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
sadie my ladie
she′s the heart of the roll

so if you're passin by her window
why don't you take a look inside
she might need the conversation
or a friend to be her guide
and she won′t try to steal your soul when she takes you for a ride
she′ll just make the midnight shine


heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
heart of the roll
sadie my ladie
she's the heart of the roll