the ingots are burning red   im working time and a half   tomorrow i stay in bed   what a hell it is what a life      i bound my fingers why dont you   laugh with the rest who know it well   i tripped and then i fell    for the beauty of wynona      oh at night i toss and i turn   i try to dial your number   ah its changed and god only knows   where youve been since last december      where youve been with that twisted smile   throwing another on the pile   it aint easy when we go down   for the beauty of wynona      ah the girls they skip double dutch   i saw you go now im gone   but our prayers dont mean nothing much   with a heart that cannot be won      im now here in your fishing net   lying here in my own bed   [raah!] it aint easy when you go down    for the beauty of wynona      drowning in the tears i shed    for the beauty of wynona