Hair Down

Conversations that went on terrible paths

Don't talk about that, no no don't talk about that

We're coming back loud, ending this conversation

Said you let your hair down

You've got enough to go 'round, oh my

Said you'd let your hair down

But you've been telling me that since the day we met

She's laughing like a choir girl

She's laughing like a choir girl

She's laughing like a choir girl

When she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah

She's talking to my mother

She's on the phone with my mother

She's talking to my mother

She's looking up at me like I'm a criminal

She bargains like a lawyer

Sacrifice like a martyr

She's just her mother's daughter

Cutting cloth and washing up and

We were still just babies

Dreaming of the 60's

We were still just babies

Dressing up in rags with our wallets full

Now our pockets are shallow coin runnin' low

I saw their empty but I'm just a fool

Roman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits

But of all the rules he lives by that's the one that he hates