Music: Patterson Hood
Anne Coldiron's Oldsmobile's parked on the street
Ten miles to the gallon and red velvet seats
Sissy's gonna drive us anywhere Anne wants
She will run her errands and wash her clothes
There's money in the bank Anne can't touch at all
When she asks her brother, he don't return her calls
She gets her allowance and time goes marching on
As another summer turns into fall, turns into fall
Turns into fall
Miss Coldiron's house needs another coat of paint
The yard needs cutting and the gutter's cleaned, but it will have to wait
She says her air conditioner's poisoning the skies
Birds keep dropping dead in her yard
Anne Coldiron never married and she lives alone
With emphysema and Shirley Temple dolls
Shirley Temple dolls from her childhood, long ago
Still kept in their boxes in the closet, in the closet
Sometimes an ambulance pulled in her drive
Men in white gloves at the door while she hid inside
Cowering in the closet, she'd leave bound and tied
Shock treatments to make the dead birds subside
Her brother's at the country club every night till late
Black men in tuxedos pour his bourbon straight
He's got the inheritance and paperwork that states
He's the sole executor of the estate, the Coldiron estate
The Coldiron estate
And then she asked for money, a reminder of the times
The fumes would make the birds fall from the skies
Fall from the skies and the madness that implies
Lithium and tranquilizers
Lithium and tranquilizers
Tranquilizers
Miss Coldiron's Oldsmobile's a Delta Eighty-Eight
So large it had a playground in the back seat
She couldn't drive, but Sissy took her everywhere
Anne and I would wait out in the parking lot