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