That Girl in St John (Paul O’Brien)

 

That girl in St John was calling me ‘honey’

As we talked and we laughed and I bought her a round

She said she was working dancing for money

I was just fishing and fooling around

She asked me to wait and sit out the show

Maybe hang on for a drink for the road

It was cold it was late and I’d nowhere to go

But a harbour hotel and a pay TV show

 

She’d worked every strip joint from Portland to Pembroke

Along the east coast from town to cold town

With stories of Halifax she’d read in a book

She said if she’d get there that she’d settle down

She’s sending home money to her brother in Boston

Saving enough to keep moving along

But a harbour hotel is no place like home

On a wet windy night when the curtains are drawn

 

It’s a long road to take on your own

When the blinds and the shutters are down

It’s a long road to Halifax town

When you’re stuck in St John

 

These girls in these towns they show you so much

As they dance for the crowd to the shouts and the calls

You can look all you want but you better not touch

They’re not leading you on though they’re bearing it all

I watched as she danced and she counted the money

They folded and pressed next to her skin

She looked past the crowd to where I was standing

When I turned away she was dancing again

 

It’s a long road to take on your own

When the blinds and the shutters are down

It’s a long road to Halifax town

When you’re stuck in St John