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