Old Chickasha - #chickasha #ninnekah #chickashasputa

Walked through this dying town A Latina that burned buildings down A vision of grace in world of gray A kind of beauty words can't say Nightmares real and dreams old A story of sin and virtues sold Offered a future and a steady hand A future built on solid land Looked through me like glass Waited for her storms to pass She went with him Because she wanted to Tore my heart on cue Became a woman of a drunk All her treasures packed In an old car’s trunk Trading glory For a bottle of rye Under the bleeding Chick-a-shay sky She was the biggest whore The finest Gray-dee puta they say In the ruins of Chick-a-shay Men lived for her By the hour - sometimes a month To hold the beauty I wanted once A paradox she had it all But all she could do is crawl The highest rise and the hardest fall Whiskey breath on the breeze Bringing a proud man to his knees Chose shadows over a name Chose a bottle over the flame She said, "I like the warmth of your light But I need a man who runs in the night I need the chaos, I need to crawl I want the one who offers nothing at all" I had to go, she wished to stay In the ruins of old Chick-a-shay The bottle’s empty, the glass cracked There is no way of turning back Leaving gold for the shifting sand With a man who can’t even stand She went with him Because she wanted to Destroyed my heart on cue The whore of a drunk Her treasures packed In an old car’s trunk Traded her story For a bottle of rye Under a bleeding Chick-a-shay sky The finest whore with nothing to give Giving it away where the drunks live Dancing a slow death In old Chick-a-shay © ChickAIMusic 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED