House of the Soiled Dove

The passing years have been hard on me
Forgotten dreams and a heart that doesn't mend
So I work the bottle to fade all my memories
‘Cause I was a beauty queen back then

When the red clouds churn and the sun goes down
The dust kicks up on the road from town
The back step’s lined with old and worn out souls
But, no sir, we don’t sell love
Just by the hour for some fun for you, for you
Every night at the House of the Soiled Dove

I always thought I’d cross horizon’s line
I’d do anything if I could leave this town behind
But the devil only paves an endless road
'Cause you can drive for miles and have no place left to go

‘Cause nothing’s free and no one’s proud
So loosen up and buy the house a round
Indulge in all your fantasies
But, no sir, we don’t sell love
Just by the hour for some fun
That’s all you’ll ever get from me
Every night at the House of the Soiled Dove

Underground they still call me queen
But used or useless, it’s all the same damn thing
The nights are long, but I dread the morning light
‘Cause the darkest hours are when the sun shines bright

Every night at the House of the Soiled Dove
Every night at the House of the Soiled Dove

Written by Kristin L. Davidson (BMI)
Carolyn Phillips: vocals
Kristin Davidson: guitar, pedal steel
Lloyd Maines: guitar, bass
Pat Manske: percussion
Jane Gillman: octave mandolin
Riley Osbourn: keys