Sweet Victoria

(álbum: Sam Jones Feeds His Demons - 2012)

I met her on a Sunday morn
She was all dressed in white
Whispering like a summers night
I fell easy for her honest little smile

Oh sweet Victoria
Couldn't shake her out of my mind
She fell in love with my sad eyes
We got married well before our time

But oh how our love did grow
Oh how our love did grow

Never was a wealthy man
I worked my fingers down to the bone
Bought a house on the edge of town
One room with a little wood stove

Oh sweet Victoria
I don't think she ever complained
She turned that small room into a home
The winter howled but we kept each other warm

And oh how our love did grow
Oh how our love did grow

The winter ran long into the spring
And took its toll on everything
My mind was a darkened hall
And poor Victoria it wasn't her fault

I started drinking in double time
Trying to sooth my troubled mind
She got quiet, Victoria
So defeated by a stranger in me

And oh how my faults did show
Oh how my faults did show