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
Am F
She was breaking down like iron covered with rust
G F
And she was covered by, Benito's dust
C F
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
Am F
And framer's wages never bought her much
G F
But he made up the difference with Benito's touch
C F
On Friday night's, she'd still visit the boys down at the bars
C F
And how quickly they'd forgotten that her husband was a friend of theirs
Am F
Some nights she'd go home with a young man, yea, she'd try her luck.. but she never could
G F
'Cause the night time and the starlight only served to remind her of Benito's love
C F
She still remembered his voice on the receiver that night
C F
There was something different, some kind of flicker, that just didn't sound right
Am 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
C F
No there's no more flowers, no more cards, just empty space
C F
Hungry mouths, dirty house, and bills to pay
Am 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