Someone Always Dies in the Bridge

Someone Always Dies in the Bridge

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Tammy Ray and I were the best of friends
Girl and me we go real way back
She used to crash at my trailer
While her husband and his alcohol
Remodeled their old tin shack
We talked for hours as we watched
The wax drip down the peach wine label
Swappin' dreams we never dared to dream
There at the drop down table
Commiserate about our youth and where did it go
Realatin' to the sad songs on the radio

We used to sing along to those country songs
And crack a cold one from the fridge
She'd say raise your glass to the chorus
Someone always dies in the bridge

I'd catch Tammy round town every other day or so
In her long sleeve blouses so the bruises wouldn't show
Never understood what she stayed with him for
Every couple a weeks she'd be back at my door
I held her hand and I told her darlin' it's now or never
If you don't leave him tonight
You just might stay this way forever
She held her head in her hands said give me time to think
Could we listen to some music and maybe have a drink

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I look back at it now like a reverie
And I always write to Tammy Ray in the penitentiary
As for her no-good husband well all I can say
It was the last time the bastard ever touched Tammy Ray
But don't feel sorry for her cause she's in a better place
She'll never wear another bruise upon that pretty face
And she's lucky to have even made it out alive
And the special circumstances see her free in three to five

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Margaret Owens 2002