On Her Own - Ben Kweller, Chris Morrissey

Good Old Alexandra

Left her man last night

Off to Louisiana

New Orleans in sight

Her determination went right down to her bone

She is gonna make it on her own yea

Always been a rambler

Moving her whole life

Daddy was a gambler with a heavyhearted wife

The twilight wind blows her face

And that bronco engine moans

She is gonna make it on her own

That girl don’t fake it Give her rules shell break it Shell love you on and on and shell be gone

Shes gonna make it on her own

Yea

Shes on her own yea

Mom lives down in Gretna working at the Oakwood mall

Hasn’t seen her Alex since Katrina conquered all

She’ll be in and out as fast as a hurricane is blown

She is gunna make it on her own

Babys on her own yea

Go!

Oh Alex

I fantasize about a love she never had for me She wouldnt marry him cuz she just wants her liberty

In 50 years I bet you’ll see these

Words on her grave stone

«Heres a girl who made it on her own»

She’s gonna make it on her own