The ingots are burning red
I'm working time and a half
Tomorrow I'll stay in bed,

what a hell it is, what a life

I burn my fingers, why don't you

laugh with the rest who know it well
I tripped and then I fell for
the beauty of Wynona


At night I toss and I turn
and I try and dial your number

It's changed and God only knows
where you been since last December


Where you been with that twisted smile
throwing your mother in the pond
Break him easy when he go down for

the beauty of Wynona

Girls they skip double dutch

They saw you go, mama gone
Our prayers don't mean nothin' much
to the heart that cannot be won


Tangled in your fishing net
right here in my own bed

Drowning in the tears I shed for
the beauty of Wynona