Money for old rope
Well, that's what he said
While steadily wiping
The sweat from his head
Working the stables
As if nothing was wrong
He'd sing fly lady, fly by
The words to her song
Partial to a drink or two
The smell of liquor on his breath
His dogs and his horses
Were all he had left
He'd say, "living was easy
I was doing ok"
Until that one morning
Life took his lady away
His days would pass slowly
He'd spend his whole afternoon
Singing fly lady fly high
We'll meet again soon.
