Her hair was tangled; her clothes were torn No pride left to protect Her mama's last hope; brothers and sisters at home Praying she brings them back some bread Woah, Woah Like a law man hunting down a thief She was looking for her daddy Her desperate eyes searched each man's face But lord, they came up empty Woah, Woah You could tell from the red clay on her shoes She was from down in the holler A mountain child born to lose Down in that holler The bar man signaled, slowly she crossed the room He leaned in and whispered low Without one word she turned and climbed the back stairs Just like I did so many years ago Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah