Flowered Dresses
(c) 2001 Karen Poston / Pistolgirl Music BMI
All Rights Reserved

She was leaning long legged
'neath a bottle cap sign
Of a country store with a coke and a smile

the coolest place to linger
on an Arkansas day
when she saw him passing by

He said "I'll take you back to Texas"
Said "my name is Ray"
where the stars are bigger than the Hit Parade

And she stopped dreamin' her dream
and she started dreamin' his
Traded in her childhood

She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin' out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
and she looked real nice
She looked real nice

Sometimes I think about my daddy
and his old spice grin,
Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan

She never asked him questions
So he never told her lies
but I heard my mama cry some

And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left
huggin my knees, holding my breath
I never knew why but he was damn sure gone
thought it was maybe my fault 

'Cause She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin' out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
and she looked real nice
She looked real nice....

Now the evening is just starting to chill a bit
with the fireflies in flight over the trees and it
Brings to mind the glider where she used to sit
And count the headlights on the highway

So I think of where you're goin'
Where you are tonight? What you might have seen,
since I last saw those eyes.
I know that I can't win, If I do not play
But this whole thing scares me...

She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin' out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
and she looked real nice
She looked real nice

 Yeah, she looked real nice, always looked real nice.