Down
the road. A place I go. Where the kin folks used to gather round.
For
years on end, we had a friend, now she’s livin downtown.
That’s
the price she paid, when the old man went away, and left her all alone.
To
much surprise, she don’t sympathize, not all her friends are gone.
Chorus:
She’s
not gonna cry like some little girl
when
she says goodbye to this world.
She’s
doin’ fine, at ninety~nine
And
the sun will shine for Miss. Arzetta
So
much to give, so many reasons to live.
Somehow
she just can’t let go.
She’s
seen it all. Winter Spring Summer Fall, it all seems so small.
Don’t
you know. Back in sixty~four, the big snow storm left drifts to tall to
climb.
She
picked me up, like a little pup and said everything’s gonna be just fine.
Chorus:
She’s
not gonna cry like some little girl
when
she says goodbye to this world.
She’s
doin’ fine, at ninety~nine
And
the sun will shine for Miss. Arzetta
Repeat:
She’s
not gonna cry like some little girl
when
she says goodbye to this world.
She’s
doin’ fine, at ninety~nine
And
the sun will shine for Miss. Arzetta