From the recording Magdalene

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Mama thought the name was pretty
The day they moved onto that street
So she named her first-born child after those windy trees

I swung like Tarzan from the branches
Grew up seeking quick romances
Made a little home among the silver leaves

No one wants to live on Weeping Willow Road

Mama’s dresses all had long sleeves
But collared blouses can’t hide some things,
So I never let her come to pick me up from school

Mama said it all was her fault
Every blow was lessons taught
A preacher’s wife must follow every little rule

Shattered glass and broken door locks
Someone said that they heard gunshots
A prayer was finally answered one bullet late

I watched the flashing lights receding
Hit the gun inside my tree
But I’ll never understand why she jumped in the way