Educated Woman

from by Amy Nelson

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Educated Woman


I regard your affections
but your actions leave me bruised
I'm an educated woman
I know just when I'm being used

I've been north and I've been south
from the hilltops to the lakes
every road on which I ran
I made my own mistakes
Yes I did, Yes I did, Yes I did

You can try to understand me
You can put me in your plans
call me a woman of the country
I just don't know these lands

I won't believe in anything
unless it's what I've seen
I'm well aware as the cold dark night
that the world is cruel and mean
Yes I am, Yes I am, Yes I am

Some people call for Jesus
Some they call for song
It don't matter who you're calling for
They're still going to call you wrong

Life is trouble and life is short
and then you're in the grave
I am bound for the glory land
where women don't have to behave
Yes I am, Yes I am, Yes I am

Picture me, picture you
with a face turned to the road
there's a lot left for me to learn
and a lot I already know

Life is not a party game
or for picking fruit
it's about deciding when to talk
and when you should stay mute
Yes it is, Yes it is, Yes it is

You can tell me how I'm supposed to live
You can write out every rule
there are things mama can't teach you
and you can't be taught in school

a man's a man and that's all he is
no matter what he'll say
there's a cold dark earth for every foot
and one day we all will pay
uh huh, uhuh, uhhuh


from Home Recordings, released June 2, 2016



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Amy Nelson Calgary, Alberta

Amy Nelson is an old time banjoist and singer/songwriter from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. She harkens back to a time when music was not only a form of entertainment, but a way of connecting to the hearts of everyday people.

She was a featured artist in The Calgary Collection.
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