Kenny Rogers, the First Edition - My Washington Woman lyrics

The wages of an unskilled working
Man never paid enough
From time to time the nickel race
Keeps him from giving up
The blue collared man in Seattle never
Lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table
For my Washington woman and me

The work slowed down and then one
Day the foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down to my last
Dime I met a girl from Arkansas
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman
Woke up without me

From city to city and state to
State I grew heavier with shame
My Washington woman had six
Months left before
Our child would bring her pain
My Arkansas woman hurt me as
We crossed the Arkansas line
But the arms of Seattle were the
Arms that kept huggin' my mind

For years I've basked in expensive wines
Taste cheaper every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate
And locked up all of her forgiveness
The day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington
Woman stopped beating for me

My Washington woman sends me a letter
Every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page is
A picture of my child
All at once the room grows cold
With a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between my
Arkansas woman and me