[00:19]She walks the halls in a white lace
[00:23]A glass of Daddy's bourbon in her hand
[00:26]Daddy's not around to drink it anyway
[00:30]He's planted six feet under Alabama land
[00:37]My brother wore the uniform
[00:41]My mother waited out on the porch
[00:44]My lover played that fluglehorn
[00:48]Back when he was carrying the torch
[00:52]Back when he was carrying the torch
[01:02]She never listens to the radio
[01:06]She listens to the music playing in her head
[01:10]When there's a party she doesn't care to go
[01:14]She stays at home and looks at pictures instead
[01:18]One of her brother in the uniform
[01:22]One of her mother out on the porch
[01:25]Photo of her lover playing flugelhorn
[01:29]Back when he was carrying the torch
[01:33]Back when he was carrying the torch
[01:40]Mama never liked his music anyway
[01:44]Daddy never liked that St. Louis look
[01:47]They sent him back by Greyhound way
[01:51]With twenty-five bucks and the holy book
[02:29]Now she sits alone and waits for nights
[02:33]Sings a melody from days gone by
[02:37]After thirty years it feels alright
[02:41]No one left even wonders why
[02:45]No one left even wonders why
[02:52]She lost that old uniform
[02:55]She never sits out on the porch
[02:59]She's still got that flugelhorn
[03:03]No one left carrying the torch
[03:07]No one left carrying the torch
[03:11]No one left carrying the torch
[03:14]No one left carrying the torch
[03:18]No one left carrying the torch