
She Carries Rocks
My sister
She works by the docks
She’s a good kid
She carries rocks
She’s a mover
She never stops
My God, that girl is a son of a gun
And oh yes you know
She mails home the checks to the family
She never forgets
She is charity
And she’s such a pride to own.
But she never ever comes home.
My sister
She lives by the sea
She’s a Buddhist
Doesn’t own a TV
She is centered
But she never writes me
My God, we haven’t spoken since ‘73
My sister
She works by the docks
She’s a good kid
She carries rocks
She’s a mover
She never stops
My God, that girl is a son of a gun
And oh yes you know
She mails home the checks to the family
She never forgets
She is charity
And she’s such a pride to own.
But she never ever comes home.
My sister
She lives by the sea
She’s a Buddhist
Doesn’t own a TV
She is centered
But she never writes me
My God, we haven’t spoken since ‘73
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