Spitfire

Young love one month a wife

River took him under, took his life

She cried 'oh Lord, how can I be

a widow before eighteen?'

New love, moved too fast

A little bitty baby, blue lights, a crash

And she cried, 'Oh God is this a dream?

How could you take him from me?'

She's a spitfire, spitfire

Tougher than thorns on a brier

And you really can't blame her

If she's easy to anger

She's a spitfire

Third love, not quite the charm

Doctor born addiction stole his heart

She cried 'Oh God, just take me now

Or Dammit give me strength somehow'

Five kids and broke with no way out

She's a spitfire, spitfire

Queen of a tiptoe high wire

No you really can't blame her

That nobody can tame her

She's a spitfire

Old age, seen it all

Factories, tragedies big and small

Son died young, her kidney too

With calloused smile she pushes through

She's a spitfire, spitfire

With a take it or leave it desire

And you really can't blame her

When she's easy to anger

She's a spitfire

She's in my blood, oh she's a spitfire

She's in my blood, oh she's a spitfire