The Lady's Not for Sale

She longed to be a lady

When she was just a child.

Where the grass was greener, Lord,

She done her growin' wild.

And she tried to spread her tender wings

And never left the ground;

So she turned to dreams at sweet sixteen

And woke up comin' down.But she tries in her way climbin' higher

And she dies each time she fails.

So give her a home or leave her alone -

The lady's not for sale,She ain't ashamed to show her soul;

She'll sell it for a song.

But free don't mean she's easy

Or ripe for goin' wrong.So let her be the lady, Lord,

She wants so bad to be.

Let her win the gentle man

That she was born to please

Cause she tries climbin' higher

And she dies each time she fails.

So give her a home or leave her alone -

The lady's not for sale.