Spits for her money
Wants to make a living
Try to make her own
All she ever wanted was to
Make her own money and
Settle down on Silium's Hill
She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay
Sipping ambrosia on a holy night
Counting the lovers that had passed her way
They could not see her on Silium's Hill
On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name -
With my rusty old penknife
On a empty heart
Standing by the window, is that you out there
At the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill
Oh, baby will you ride with me
Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat
When the cold winds blow I'll be there
I'll hang on tight, baby sure go for that
Now the old man knocks at my front door,
Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here anymore
There's a stranger in my place
Looking out over Silium's Way...
Listen to the humming of the railway cars
My hands frozen on the wheel
600 miles away from home
Running on the shadow of Silium's Hill
Somewhere back on Church Street
Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money
Trying to make a living, wanna make her own
Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill
Mamma wanna build her own
Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill
Shoe Shine Mamma Spits for her money Wants to make a living Try to make her own All she ever wanted was to Make her own money and Settle down on Silium's Hill She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay Sipping ambrosia on a holy night Counting the lovers that had passed her way They could not see her on Silium's Hill On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name - With my rusty old penknife On a empty heart Standing by the window, is that you out there At the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill Oh, baby will you ride with me Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat When the cold winds blow I'll be there I'll hang on tight, baby sure go for that Now the old man knocks at my front door, Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here anymore There's a stranger in my place Looking out over Silium's Way... Listen to the humming of the railway cars My hands frozen on the wheel 600 miles away from home Running on the shadow of Silium's Hill Somewhere back on Church Street Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money Trying to make a living, wanna make her own Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill Mamma wanna build her own Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill Explain Request ×
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