F#                                           B  
  She had one at home asleep and one in her belly  
  F#                                            B  
  It would roll around now and then, ever so gently  
  D#m                           B  
  She was breaking down like iron covered with rust  
  C#                                  B  
  And she was covered by, Benito's dust  
     
  F#                                        B  
  And days went by so slowly in that neighborhood  
  F#                                                     B  
  In the silent house full of things he paid for with his own sweat and blood  
  D#m                         B  
  And framer's wages never bought her much  
  C#                                             B  
  But he made up the difference with Benito's touch  
     
  F#                                                           B  
  On Friday night's, she'd still visit the boys down at the bars  
  F#                                                         B  
  And how quickly they'd forgotten that her husband was a friend of theirs  
  D#m                                                 B  
  Some nights she'd go home with a young man, yea, she'd try her luck.. but she never could  
  C#                                                                               B  
  'Cause the night time and the starlight only served to remind her of Benito's love  
     
  F#                                                     B  
  She still remembered his voice on the receiver that night  
  F#                                                                       B  
  There was something different, some kind of flicker, that just didn't sound right  
  D#m                                      B  
  But he was the one man that she could trust  
  C#                                                                         B  
  Now she's got his two boys, and the whisper of his voice, like Benito's hush  
     
  F#                                                       B  
  No there's no more flowers, no more cards, just empty space  
  F#                                          B  
  Hungry mouths, dirty house, and bills to pay  
  D#m                                                 B  
  She's up in the attic going through a box of his pictures and stuff  
  C#                                                    B  
  She's coughing, and choking and crying on Benito's dust 
 
             
                           
                          