D G
She had one at home asleep and one in her belly
D G
It would roll around now and then, ever so gently
Bm G
She was breaking down like iron covered with rust
A G
And she was covered by, Benito's dust
D G
And days went by so slowly in that neighborhood
D G
In the silent house full of things he paid for with his own sweat and blood
Bm G
And framer's wages never bought her much
A G
But he made up the difference with Benito's touch
D G
On Friday night's, she'd still visit the boys down at the bars
D G
And how quickly they'd forgotten that her husband was a friend of theirs
Bm G
Some nights she'd go home with a young man, yea, she'd try her luck.. but she never could
A G
'Cause the night time and the starlight only served to remind her of Benito's love
D G
She still remembered his voice on the receiver that night
D G
There was something different, some kind of flicker, that just didn't sound right
Bm G
But he was the one man that she could trust
A G
Now she's got his two boys, and the whisper of his voice, like Benito's hush
D G
No there's no more flowers, no more cards, just empty space
D G
Hungry mouths, dirty house, and bills to pay
Bm G
She's up in the attic going through a box of his pictures and stuff
A G
She's coughing, and choking and crying on Benito's dust