[1m] Wild flowers grew out her [^b7] backdoor
Down the hill and to the [1m] road
Where young men came and [^b7] picked them
And to others they would [1m] go
[4m] Watching through a [1m] dusty window
[5maj] Sometimes from dusk 'til [1m] dawn
[4m] Waiting for the [1m] man she favored
[5maj] But he never came to [1m] call

[^b3] Bitterweeds were [^b7] all her garden grew
I guess she always [1m] knew
[^b3] Bitterweeds were [^b7] all she had
To look forward [1m] to

Her neighbors said she was crazy
'Cause she stared when they walked by
They say she wore a black rose
But they never ask her why
There were rumors never denied
Growing tall like the grass
Gossips said she was widowed
Talked about a love from her past

Last Monday church bells were ringing
Down the hill six men walked slow
She finally left that old cabin
Taking secrets that she knows
Watching through a dusty window
Sometimes from dusk 'til dawn
Waiting for the man she favored
But he never came to call