Eyes as black as Kentucky coal Looking like a vulture for the rest of her soul A day, not long ago, she cannot recall Writing words in a Across the tracks where they're no longer heard Stories of daggers where those long eyebrows halt The smartest woman that I'd ever met Sink so low that I'd never forget She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl I really do think that I love her She's been with rambler men, she's been down From the gates of the kingdom from Lucifer's town What are you hiding, girl, what are you running from? Pain from pain, just looking out Was it the fear or was it the doubt That got you running, girl, that got you feeling low? I don't think she felt me at all Countin' all the ways she can make me crawl She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl I really do think that I love her, alright She'd talk to me in ways I couldn't recognize Rings on her toes and bruises on her thighs Strangely enough, she was impressively well read Caught like this, it doesn't do much good Read the horoscopes and knock on wood Strange to relive when there's so much of you that dies There's not much anyone can do When circus souls turn black and blue She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl I really do think that I love her She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl She's my junkie girl And I really do think that I love her I think that I love her Yeah, I think that I love her I think that I love her