She used to come over to my house, she only lived a few miles away
I never knew why but my mama said if she wanted to she could stay
A pretty little girl who fought like a boy but she wanted to hold my hand
And the little blue dress that she always wore, yeah it might have been her only friend

I remember that summer like yesterday she used to hang around all the time
Down by the creek we would always play and tell secrets by the porch light
Shy as a bird and timid as a flower, I wonder where she grew up
I never really thought that much about it, but everybody said her daddy was the town drunk

Broken like a bottle, running from the only hole she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing, growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that

One afternoon in the middle of town I saw her daddy sleeping on a bench
So I walked up and introduced myself and said his daughter was my best friend
He looked at me like he didn't care and asked me for a couple of bucks
Right then I decided that I'd look after that pretty little girl whose daddy was the town drunk

Broken like a bottle, running from the only home she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing, growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that, girl like that

Broken like a bottle, running from the only home she ever had,
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing, growing like a weed on the wrong side of the tracks
How could anyone not love a girl like that, girl like that

Several years later I read in the paper that her daddy had passed away
I was holding her hand she had the baby in the other and there was really nothing I could say
She looked at me and I gave her a kiss all that mattered was he three of us
Nobody thought it would all work out for that pretty little girl whose daddy was the town drunk