"Dear Woodrow" lyrics

She took up a room atop a hardware store
Where she answered the ruffians who knocked on her door
Only paid visits by mosquitos and men
They'd sing out in brashness the song of the Cactus Wren

Dear Woodrow, do you see my plight
Dear Woodrow, with your afternoon delight?
Dear Woodrow, could you unbend enough
Dear Woodrow, to marry your love?

The creaky old sounds of her little brass bed
Occupied silence while a-restin' her head
She knew that mean Texan loved her in his way
But she didn't know how to make his heart sway

He's been out on The Plains freezin' his ears
Chasin' Comanches and a-bandits for years
She prayed he'd grow tired, restless, or old
Or adventure would soon lead his horse home

Dear Woodrow, do you see my plight
Dear Woodrow, with your afternoon delight?
Dear Woodrow, could you unbend enough
Dear Woodrow, to marry your love?

She longed for the day that he'd save his money
And refer to his new bride as "Maggie" or "honey"
She'd tell her sweet Ranger, "Not a cent are you owed"
Instead, he placed dollars under her feather pillow

Dear Woodrow, do you see my plight
Dear Woodrow, with your afternoon delight?
Dear Woodrow, could you unbend enough
Dear Woodrow, to marry your love?

Why do I pin hope?
Why do I pine so?
My darlin', Woodrow