Fear is Not My Man

There was glass everywhere when she came down the stairs
And she got on her knees in the yard
And she cleaned up that place with a Colt .38
Stuck in the small of her back

Was a May afternoon when that whistle blew
And he died in the factory blast
She raised two Jimmy Deans and a homecoming queen
All on her own

When she came to me it was not out of need
But a land of plenty and faith
No small kind of love and no stars far above
Would ever guide her feet