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"I Am a Poor Whore From Laredo," conceived on a night of insomnia, is song number 286.. Thanks for listening and, if you do, subscribing. Happy trails. 🤠
“I Am a Poor Whore From Laredo”
I am a poor whore from Laredo, and tonight I will know my first man
I pray to God for forgiveness, but to eat you do what you can
My mother, too, worked the trade, like her mother before
I was their little baby… You do what you can when you’re poor
The rules of the house have come down, don’t talk too much and comply
Make your man feel wanted… Senora, this is his night
Remember Abuela’s words, your flesh alone ain’t for sale
Your soul is part of the bargain… Your soul is the cowboy’s grail
I am a poor whore from Laredo, and tonight I will know my first man
My name to him won’t be known, his I’m forbidden to ask
I wonder how it will feel, don’t try and feel, they say
But I have the key to the side door of Cathedral de Sante Fe
I am a poor whore from Laredo, and there I will go to pray
When I have done my work, when I have earned my pay
I will pray to God for forgiveness, I’ll pray that He takes my hand
I am a whore from Laredo, and tonight I will know my first man
I am a poor whore, a virgin no more!
He walked in the door, threw his boots on the floor!
I did what I did, the deed, now, is done
This time tomorrow will be the second one
I am a poor whore from Laredo, and tonight I will know my first man
I pray to God for forgiveness, but to eat you do what you can
My mother, too, worked the trade, like her mother before
I was their little baby… You do what you can when you’re poor
I am a poor whore from Laredo, and tonight I will know my first man
~ GH
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