She used to come over to my house,
She only lived a few miles away
I never knew why but my mama said
If she wanted to she could stay
A pretty little girl who fought like a boy,
But she wanted to hold my hand
And the little blue dress that she always wore,
Yeah it might have been her only friend

I remember that summer like yesterday
She used to hang around all the time
Down by the creek we would always play
And tell secrets by the porch light
Shy as a bird and timid as a flower,
I wonder where she grew up
I never really thought that much about it,
But everybody said her daddy was the town drunk

Broken like a bottle,
Running from the only home she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing,
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that

One afternoon in the middle of town
I saw her daddy sleeping on a bench
So I walked up and introduced myself
And said his daughter was my best friend
He looked at me like he didn't care
And asked me for a couple of bucks
Right then I decided that I'd look after
That pretty little girl whose daddy was the town drunk

Broken like a bottle,
Running from the only home she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing,
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that, girl like that

Broken like a bottle,
Running from the only home she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing,
Growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that, girl like that

Several years later I read in the paper
That her daddy had passed away
I was holding her hand, she had the baby in the other
And there was really nothing I could say
She looked at me and I gave her a kiss
All that mattered was the three of us
Nobody thought it would all work out
For that pretty little girl
Whose daddy was the town drunk