Ringside Rodeo Caroline Herring She wears her cross like a tattoo she needs identity just like you life has treated her just as hard playing house in her own backyard don't go looking for one to fall you know she fell a long time ago watch her riding, rising high at the ringside rodeo daisy-chain chandelier, like a rosary wildwood wallpaper sloping down on me dreams of patent leather on a Saturday night wake up on Sunday with the birds at daylight who knows the voices in her head a little bread and wine could raise her from the dead She wears her cross like a tattoo she needs identity just like you life has treated her just as hard playing house in her own backyard don't go looking for one to fall you know she fell a long time ago watch her riding, rising high at the ringside rodeo exit arch-framed doors into a big oP world ain't she a woman is she a little girl pillows frame the beams of a big brass bed pink-felt heart on a blue ribbon hanging over her head fools deny that angels take us home but you and me we got places to roam She wears her cross like a tattoo she needs identity just like you life has treated her just as hard playing house in her own backyard don't go looking for one to fall you know she fell a long time ago watch her riding, rising high at the ringside rodeo