St. Teresa - Kathy Mattea

Sit down on the corner, just a little climb

When I make my money, got to get my dime

Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash

She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me

I know any man sees you like I see

Follow down the side street movin' single file

She say…

That’s where I’ll hold you, sleeping like a child

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

Just what I’ve been needin', feel it rise in me She say…

Every stone a story, like a rosary

Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime

When I make my money, got to get my dime

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

You called up in the sky

You called up in the clouds

Is there something you forgot to tell me…

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me Every stone a story, like a rosary