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