Her hair is like a crow's nest, she's got glitter in her eye
Her smile is like a jack-o'-lantern trying not to cry
She's been living, been living pretty hard
Since her old man up and died a year ago
And I see her every morning while she's walking to the check
She holds her head like she's got something heavy hanging 'round her neck
Puts some money in her purse
And hides somewhere he won't expect before she goes
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Well, she stole more than a little from her folks in Cartersville
With that wrong foot in that right boot left a lot of room to fill
With one foot on the platform and a lot of time to kill
They shoulda' known
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Well, I haven't seen her lately, guess I just assumed the worst
But I think I kinda miss her standing there with her lips pursed
First thing in the morning eaning up against the church
Like it's your own
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Don't you think someone should take you home?
Don't you think someone should take you home?