Delta Dawn, Brandy and Wildfire

I love those songs. Delta Dawn just came on the radio, I had to turn up the radio.

Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was a-meetin’ you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky-eye?

She’s forty-one and her daddy still calls ‘er “baby”
All the folks ’round Brownsville say she’s crazy
’cause she walks downtown with her suitcase in her hand
Lookin’ for a mysterious dark-haired man

In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on
Then a man of low degree stood by her side
Promised her he’d take her for his bride

Poor Delta Dawn. If only someone had taught her how to lasso and tie up her man. She could have kept him in the closet and had a boyfriend in the mansion.

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