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