A Woman and Her Blues

Mm. She sits alone when the sun goes down, With an old guitar in a sleeping town. She's got a story nobody knows, A heart full of places she's afraid to go. She loved too deep, She stayed too long. Now she tells her story Through an old blues song. She's a woman and her blues. Nothing left for her to lose. She's been broken, she's been bruised. But she still knows how to choose. Oh, Every tear became a Song. Every scar helped her carry on. You can take her love, But you can't take the truth. She's a woman and her blues. She remembers the man who walked away, And all the promises he couldn't keep that day. She cried enough to fill the rain, Then learned to dance inside the pain. Now every note she plays tonight turns a little Darkness into light. She's a woman And her blues. Nothing left for her to Lose. She's been broke, she's been bruised. But she still knows how to choose. Oh, Every tear Became a song. Every scar helped her carry on. You can take her love, But you can't take the truth. She's a woman and her blues. She don't need nobody's pity. She don't need a hand to hold. She's been walking through the fire, Long enough to know she's gold. The world may never know her story, But that old guitar does. She's a woman And her blues. And she's finally found the truth. All the nights she thought she'd lose Turned into something She could use. Oh, every heartbreaker, every scar Taught her how strong women Are. She may cry, But she won't lose. She's a woman and her blues. Let that old guitar cry. Let the midnight hear her voice. She's still standing With her blues. Mm. Mm.