Diamonds on her shoes.

She’s got diamonds on her shoes, she’s paid her dues

She’s slick as a cat, and that’s a fact.

Street worn, some bed sheets torn

Call her late, it’s worth the wait

The night is filled with souls like her

The devil has his cards laid out

It’s deuces wild, with Jacks better

Tonight the stakes might just be lights out

It’s just a sales trip, the Jack lets slip

Pocket full of cash, and his mind of ash

A night full of tricks, next day full of shit

He called her late, and it spelled his fate.

Back on the street, she does compete

She’s slick as a cat, and known for that

More diamonds on her shoes, she doesn’t lose

Call her late, and test your fate.

by Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs © 2005

Boy you might think by the name of the piece that it might be a cover, but it’s an updated version of a song on the first cd.  I thought the Bones cd should have a little intrigue if this is a murder ballad or not.  I’m not saying.