Lyrics
She walks the halls in white lace
Glass of daddy's bourbon in her hand
Daddy's not around to drink it anyway
He's planted six feet under Alabama land
My brother wore the uniform
My mother waited out on the porch
My lover played that flugelhorn
Back when he was carrying the torch
Back when he was carrying the torch
She never listens to the radio
She listens to the music playing in her head
When there's a party she doesn't care to go
She stays at home and looks at pictures instead
One of her brother in the uniform
One of her mama out on the porch
Photo of her lover playing flugelhorn
Back when he was carrying the torch
Back when he was carrying the torch
And mama never liked his music anyway
Daddy never liked his St. Louis look
They sent him back by Greyhound way
With 25 bucks and the holy book
Now she sits at home and waits for nights
Sings of melody of days gone by
After 30 years it feels alright
No one left even wonders why
No one left even wonders why
She lost that old uniform
She never sits out on the porch
She's still got that flugelhorn
With no one left carrying the torch
No one left carrying the torch
No one left carrying the torch
No one left carrying the torch
No one left carrying the torch
Alyssa Graham, Bryan McCann, Douglas Graham
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.