Portrait of an Artist As a Young Woman (Thank You) - Lizzie West & The White Buffalo

You were wearing white under a sunset Jokingly smoked a candy cigarette You smiled at me when you rolled your eyes Something bout' you has me mesmerised Kissed your freckles in the summer We got in trouble, but it was fun We'd oversleep every Saturday You always seem to get your way She's got long hair, nice hips in a sundress Kissed me on the cheek with her Coca-Cola chapstick Her skin's sun-kissed, God blessed the girl That was really good She's sweeter than the honey in her tea More peaceful than the branch of an olive tree She loves to lounge in her underwear She somehow makes friends everywhere She's the only woman in my dreams She's the start of all my memories She's the perfect portrait of young love And I'm just her lucky tag along She's got long hair, nice hips in a sundress Kissed me on the cheek with her Coca-Cola chapstick Her skin's sun-kissed, God blessed the girl And it may sound strange But she makes Every ounce of pain feel like it wasn't in vain One thing's for sure, God blessed the girl She's got long hair, nice hips in a sundress Kissed me on the cheek with her Coca-Cola chapstick Her skin's sun-kissed, God blessed the girl

Rolling like a freight train through the night I can't get your scent off my skin I'm a loser girl, that's how I live my Life I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Oh I need some medicine, I feel your body next to him, Locked like lovers in the night I better prepare for another hard drinking night! What would whiskey do? You won't make things right! I better get my gun Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? I sure would like to think it ain't my fault. How could I blame anybody else!?! I'm a Fuck-Up Girl, that's how I live my life. I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Walk along the avenues, There's no drinking 'way these blues, This is how's life's wrecking balls, Can't control myself for what I say or what I do. Shall I end it all? Well it won't bring me back to you! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Train's rolling off the tracks! Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Anything to get you back! Rolling like a freight train through the night! I can't get your scent right off my skin! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become!

Joey white, well he ain't got no choices Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces Gonna be a man, oh not a zero For uncle sam, well he'll be a hero He don't know that uncle sam is a cartoon and not a man Poor joey white Oh joey white, you better bite your tongue You don't know jack, boy You're young, dumb and full of cum Better step in line, go with the others Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers Here's your boots and here's a gun Learn when to fight, learn when to run Poor joey white Well he got two years in the sand And it will surely change his plans for life Joey white, well he gets his orders Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border Kill 'em all, no quarter given Shoot on sight, boy, let god sort out the livin' Told ya no one's keeping score This ain't no game, well this is war For joey white Yeah from below and from the sky Hear some bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die Poor joey white Joey white, well you better run faster You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt Now his only freedom blurred Gets to leave this hell on earth still alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head For life