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