Of Thee I Sing

Hung up in a Pennsylvania mining town Got down to Boston in time for tea Don't know exactly just what's going down Better hang around until I see. She uses beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes Right before my eyes into something ugly and sore. Beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes Right before my eyes into something strange and more. Don't bomb the inn, I'm on a holiday But Oklahoma's just a jet away And the blood is on the books in Ohio So badly stained, what can I say? --- Of Thee I Sing - Leon Russell and The Shelter People