Laura Lue, My First Love

Waa hoo, what a job Laura Lue had done
My God, we had so much fun
Getting my dick sucked,
Just as good as getting fucked
Laura Lue was turned into the town whore
Worked in front of a downtown store
I used to fuck her for free
in the back of Dad's pickup, you see
It was after I left for the Korean war
Laura Lue got heroin-addicted and more
A pimp named, Lucas gave her ludes
Then injected her with drugs he'd choose
It didn't take long to turn a choir girl
into a druggy with legs unfurled
She'd do anything to get her fix
Even threesomes, with her ass in the mix
I was away, didn't hear her travail
when she hit the garbage pail
I remember the last time I saw her alive
She looked real swell, hair in a beehive
At the bar drinking a shot at Clancy's
before her work hour, dressed sexy fancy
Her tits were pressed against her fishnet
Her mini skirt was way too short. I regret
being unable to take her under my wing,
But she wanted China White. It was her thing
Her tits were so sexy with that thing on
She'd give a Confederate statue a hard-on
I would have paid to have her one last time
She said she'd do me for free, no crime
Lucas caught up with us on the way out
of the Clancy's bar. He let out a shout
Pushed a .45 into my gut, real low
Said he'd shoot off my balls, Laura Lue begged me to go
I guess he or some joker killed her that night
They found the body cut up, next day, Twas a fright
I picked off Lucas with lever-action, from 60 yards, next day
Through the windshield of his old Caddy. They say
the car rolled into the statue in the town square
Toppled Col. Beauregard, who was sitting there
I'd caught Lucas in the forehead
Without breaking his sunglasses. Shot him dead
The County buried them both in Potter's field
Where exactly, no one knows the deal
It's forty years, but I still go out
to that ravine and let out a shout
for Laura Lue, my first love
On a tree out there, I spied a dove
reminded me of the girl I lost
If I could have her back, I'd pay any cost
Other men will steal away
what is sacred, that's all I can say
There's a tear in my eye, my throat does hurt
I can see no markers on the dirt
I lay a red rose in the dust, my nose dripping mucus
I turn to spit in the wind, thinking of Lucas
Life can be cruel, it's no fairy story
Please tell me, my friend, where is the glory?