B.W. Stevenson - Sunset woman

She come a-d^Fanc^Cin' Eyes on her ^Fchances I know her ^Ckind

I've seen 'em un^Ftang^Cling Wrapping a^Ground A poor boy's ^Cmind

Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cyou You're a worthless ^Fwoman An aging, overnight ^Cfriend Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cto Be ^Gdrowned In a wishing well of ^Csin ^{G C}

She's like a ^Ffixture ^Cthere Looking to ^Fpull a stare From the 5 o'clock ^Ccrowd

For yesterday's ^Fpa^Cpers She ^Gleaves,  And takes the back door ^Cout

Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cyou You're a worthless ^Fwoman An aging, overnight ^Cfriend Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cto Oh, be ^Gdrowned In a wishing well of ^Csin ^{G C}

Oh, mistress ^Feyes in disbelief, as she's ^Cleaving Her youth was burned, the heads she once turned, they were ^Ggone Lord, give her my ^Fsmile and a coat, two souls worth ^Csaving And see for ^Gme, she finds her way back ^Chome

Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cyou You're a worthless ^Fwoman An aging, overnight ^Cfriend Sunset ^Fwo^Cman Nobody ^Fneeds ^Cto Be ^Gdrowned In a wishing well of ^Csin

Oh, be ^Gdrowned In a wishing well of ^Csin Nobody wants to be ^Gdrowned In a wishing well of ^Csin