WHITE HORSE INN

                                        Oh, the night came undone like a party dress
                                        And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess.
                                                  – Gillian Welch (“Barroom Girls”)

To fit the dark approaching rain,
you play your father’s Martin,
sing Gillian as I hum and harmonize

my relief in low and grateful moans,
learning the words as I go,
reaching for the moment written

to see our separate selves
sparking at the White Horse—
leave this thirsty ground

to replay our connections,
each electric flash saved
in the dark oak bar.

for Robbin

“Barroom Girls”

Oh, the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess
The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls
And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls

Well, she tosses and turns because the sun is unkind
And the heat of the day is coming in through the blinds
Leave all the blue skies for the rest of the world
Because the neon will shine for the barroom girls

Ah, the barroom girls go by your side
Like the ponies who pass on a carousel ride
And all of the colors go around in a swirl
When you dance in the arms of the barroom girls

Now she rolls to her feet when she can’t sleep no more
Looks at her clothes lying out on the floor
Last night’s spangles and yesterday’s pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls

Last night’s spangles and yesterday’s pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls

Songwriters
WELCH, GILLIAN HOWARD / RAWLINGS, DAVID TODD

Courtesy: MetroLyrics