The Lady From Abilene Songtext
von Micah P. Hinson

One, two, three, two, three
Two, three, four, two, three eight
Two, three

There once was a lady
Took train to Abilene
And thought she heard her baby′s
Burning in some far off journey

She gathered up her oxhack
Took the steps into the street
And the smell of the burning of horses
Through the smell of kerosene

She made her way to my street
Through the winds are tall and proud
And thought she saw a fire
On the third rise tore her down


She checked into the flophouse
She's taken from the rain
And heard the screams of her husband
Like a far-off distant rain

She took the key to Keel
Most of the winds ignore the sight
And the swore she heard her baby
Screaming from that side

She washed her face and tired her hair
And sitting on the bed
And it felt that her veins were burning
And flames going towards their veins

She took the sign and said
She′d quieted again and again
But they'd gone to her temple
And now what she'd do was fear