Heart Of The Roll - David McWilliams

her mother was a seamstress

her daddy worked in wood

she went to church on Sunday

just like every good girl should

but who is her confessor now she wears devils hood

is there anyone to hear her

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

sadie my ladie

she’s the heart of the roll

she could have been a sculptor

or made a masterpiece in paint

she could have been a poet

she could have been a saint

but is she any poorer in your eyes for what she ain’t

she can make the midnight shine

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

sadie my ladie

she’s the heart of the roll

so if you’re passin by her window

why don’t you take a look inside

she might need the conversation

or a friend to be her guide

and she won’t try to steal your soul when she takes you for a ride

she’ll just make the midnight shine

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

heart of the roll

sadie my ladie

she’s the heart of the roll