The second time around, you know it really got me down.   Sister don’t you judge it, just keep it to yourself now. And    If you ain’t got nothing good to say, don’t say nothing at all.      I go bitten by the bitter bug, and now I just can’t get enough   of ill will and my own conceit. I’m weary of the world it seems.   I’m weary of the world, weary of the world it seems.      It’s sort of always gone my way. I’m just a little bit off these   days. Like I’ve had hard knocks all my life, like I’m a Bible    belt wife. Like I didn’t see it coming, like I didn’t walk it   willingly.      See, I never want to sing again. La la la like a butterfly.   Without my wits about me, without my heart in line.   Third time’s a charm and this mine.      You said you heard Loretta sing and felt the loneliness   Seeping in. The cowboys made you uneasy, you’re a   God-fearing lesbian. So you learn not to yearn and you    Take it on the chin again.      Here’s what I find about compromise-Don’t do it if it   Hurts inside, cause either way you’re screwed, eventually   You’ll find. You may as well feel good; you may as well   Have some pride.      Come August we’ll go to Cherokee and hear Loretta do    Her thing. Pack it into the Indian casino and make the   Hillbilly scene, kick up our heels and join in.      Are you my ally or my enemy? Do you have   Self-loathing or empathy? Can you keep me in your prayers   sister. Can you keep me in there somewhere? And   sister if you ain’t go nothing good to say…don’t say   nothing at all.