My Washington Woman Lyrics - Country Biography - Kenny Rogers

The wages of an unskilled 

Working man never paid enough 

From time to time a nickel on a race 

Keeps him from giving up. 

A 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 the one day 

The foreman laid me off 

That night in a tavern down on 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. 

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From city to city, and state to state 

I get her in shame 

My Washington woman had six months left 

Before out child would bring her pain. 

That Arkansas woman hurt me 

As we crossed the Arkansas line 

But the arms of Seattle 

Are the arms that kept huggin' mine. 

For year I have basked in expensive wines 

Taste champagne every day 

I gave up all the things I loved 

For all these things I hate. 

I locked up all of her forgiveness 

The day I set myself free 

And the heart of my Washington woman 

Stopped beating for me. 

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My Washington woman sends me a letter 

Every once in a while 

Inside a folded wordless page 

Is a picture of my child 

All but words, the room grows cold 

With a feeling of jealousy 

And there's a silence between 

My Arkansas woman and me...