Julie Ann Rio
Pretty miss Julie Ann Rio born a long time ago
Laid in a silo not high, but oh Lordy so low.
Midnight brunette as black as night you bet
Lips o' fire and heart giving as giving can get.
Pretty miss Julie Ann Rio a grown lady now she knows
Legs so long, hair so dark and laugh so low.
Click, clack high heels a singing, while smile's a singing
Songs of dark alley love while raindrops ringing.
Julie Ann Rio dress of red, words not said
Heart beating silent with morals so dead.
Lying amidst a silken bed wondering if death is hid
Breathing a breath and finding desire's hot bid.
Sassy Julie Ann Rio look-a that dance
Look-a that prance.
Eyes-a flashing and lover's she's dashing
Ne'er faithful and yet, so ungrateful.
Lovely miss Julie Ann Rio walking down aisle
Worn every turn and curve within a mile.
Smiling a smile making girls rile
Marrying a trapper rough, gruff and vile.
Lonely old dying Julie Ann Rio now sits alone
Husband Robby much like a dream and gone.
To rockin' chair Julie Ann's clinging
Julie Ann's hearing her death bell ringing.
© 2016 Kenneth Avery
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